A series, part 1: 1+2=3
by Gilly Wigley
you, me and a bottle makes three
lying on the floor, in a heap by the door
we're a mess, but I confess
I don't care, you are beautiful.
you slip a sip of whatever drip is in this bottle.
it goes down smooth with an after burn of
"I don't give a fuck! Lets dance!"
I must admit this chance of romantic dance
enchants my throbbing heart into knots of
"I can't dance" I say.
you persist to resist my resistance
"no, I can't dance. Not when I'm this tipsy."
you tip the drip to your lips
to slip another sip of whatever is in this bottle.
then you dip to the ground
pulling me down with you.
I'd kiss you, but I'm afraid I'm no good.
I'm afraid I'd be no good.
I've never kissed lips, only chocolate kisses
but even then I prefer hugs.
so you hug me,
and it's lovely
for it's only
you and me
and a bottle, makes
Posted on 10/06/2011
Copyright © 2019 Gilly Wigley
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Mo Couts on 10/06/11 at 03:28 PM|
This warmed me from the inside out...lovely!
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/06/11 at 04:55 PM|
A nice, deranged energy kicking these images and lines around. This has a great stream-of-consciousness effect going for it.
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/10/11 at 04:38 PM|