Like a Knife
Hippy lady I saw you perched upon the window ledge in the pub. You looked really something. What did you think of me? Of my tattoos? When you sang it was serenely blissful. You in your short hippy skirt and tights, hair all wild, guitar like an old lover. Be my lover? Did you hear my poems? Especailly on dear Lynette. I need someone like you to fill my empty life. I looked for you as I left the pub to get the bus. You had vanished? are you a sylph? Your windowsill was bare. I wish I was stood close to you as you sat there, my hand between your legs, kissing you ever so deeply. Lost and falling into each others' world. Will we meet again hippy chick?
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