You
Grateful Dead hat
Me
feeling lonely
You
crazy red dreadlocks, give a smile with braces
Me
like a ten year old, blushing
You seem cool for a hippy chick in a Burger King
Let's be friends today
You
sitting by yourself
Me
walk over shyly
You
giggle as I say hi
Me
ketchup on face, unnoticing
There's an Authority Zero concert in the Mission District
Want to see it tonight?
You
covering your ears
Me
feeling like a dummy
You
wanna leave, man?
Me
let's get going
We stroll down to your Castro apartment
You invite me in, far out!
You
taking your hat off
Me
kissing you, finally
You
calm as the breeze
Me
nervousness is soaring
You know, it's after one o'clock
Maybe I should skedaddle
You
take it easy, cowboy
Me
trying not to act silly
You
is it my braces?
Me
no, it ain't nothing
We make love all night long
Have beer for breakfast
You
a few dreadlocks undone
Me
eat some peyote
You
cuddle up beside
Me
what a beautiful morning
like how you wrote this. it was refreshing & famaliar... far out! haha that line sent me through a hoop. do another one with this style, almost narrative. Sus.
You Have made me smile. I Am very grateful. Lovely meeting and lovely day to be sure. A sweet poem Paul. Smiling because of it, Tai
Zingo, Bingo, I like the beat of this one~! Bongos and cross legs....good poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And tell her of werewolf tongues, and forked clarinets...*heheh*