Reminiscences Of Naomi Poem by Vincent S. Coster

Reminiscences Of Naomi



I

She was a phoney, that was for sure

She lived in a bedsit down some backstreet

Near the RDS in Dublin

Collegiate-

Student council provocative

Who modelled in a catalogue

Anti consumerism yet a comsumer none the less

II

She talked of nudity

Sleeping nude or listening to music nude

Naked imagery of her

With her pictures of Síle ní Gigs

Fat tighed drawings

Mothers of pagan godesses

III

We sat and in the pong of herbal

Mind clouded stupidity-

With a lighter she burnt away more

Than she inhaled

She lit a fire in my heart that was

Expunged and excommunicated

IV

Lying on her bed smiling secretly

While I wished to kiss her

But bottled it

I wanted to

I said it in my head

And gave way to delicious fantasies

Lips beget lips

And arms beget bodies

But the delerious cloud of those dreams

Were dispelled by the wind of her indiference

V

And the regret of regrets passed into

My own private legend....

And my greatest muse was lost to me

In the weird moment

When awkwardly she closed the door

Saying goodbye

And that she would call me

VI

She never called me.

How I hate her for that

Monday, September 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love lost
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