| Moderated by: Paddy, Edd |
|
|
| Posted: Wed Jun 13th, 2012 04:30 pm |
|
1st Post |
timmy
Member
|
The pretty waitress the other evening
as she reached across my perch
to re-fill my half empty water goblet
and the tops of her breasts rose
like the wings of white doves;
I glimpsed for just a passing, once
a husband and a two time father:
my heart slumming, unshaven, unfed,
living on handouts from the young
|
|
|
| Posted: Wed Jun 13th, 2012 09:14 pm |
|
2nd Post |
in media res
Moderator
|
timmy,
Been there.
Beautifully rendered.
IMR
|
|
|
UltraBB 1.17 Copyright © 2007-2011 Data 1 Systems Page processed in 0.1993 seconds (27% database + 73% PHP). 26 queries executed.
|