by Philip F De Pinto

Love was the dense
and honeyed fog
she lived in all her life
which made viewing
the fierce world outer
that gauzy cocoon difficult
rendering her practically blind
although not in a legal sense

Still it is certain
she could pierce
and burn right through
that dreamy curtain
having the means
when she turned on
her high beams

Which were as blue
as the moon
under which I bawl
like a wolf every night
seeing she hasn't the hots
for me at all
but my money


Posted on 07/12/2018
Copyright © 2022 Philip F De Pinto

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/15/18 at 04:17 AM

I love those first two lines and especially "as blue as the moon under which I bawl like a wolf every night." Thanks, Philip.

Posted by George Hoerner on 08/09/18 at 07:45 PM

Some females are like that you know. Just hide your wallet! Nice write. george

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