Will I ever find you again
My lost and lovely friend
In this dark world
That conspires against love?
Once, we were sweet drunkards
Kissing in the rain,
Winding our way to a bookstore
To buy a thesaurus.
I’ll dance alone tonight
Clutching a dictionary
And dreaming about
Your shoulder tattoo,
Les Fleurs Du Mal.
Baudelaire nor Verlaine couldn't have said it any better, I think. Still, did you have to mention tattoos (shudder) ? It's enough to want one to slug down Absinthe. Fine write, though. A bit of a thrill is a shudder. Too much of a thrill means jail. You seem to be doing just fine, not crossing the line. Love and concern, Will
The thought of one of these being hammered into my skin gives me the shivers, but they are there to stay so maybe they are worth it if they trigger a memory of something nice in another's heart. Nice write Uriah. Love Ernestine XXX
Haunting and elegaic like a whisper in the dusk. Lovely work.Uriah. Kindest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah, is there much better in life than kissing in the rain? ... The yearning in this poem is palpable and bittersweet. Thanks for this.