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opera of rainy nights
sure, you’ll meet her one day, maybe when you’re at your
most desperate. the dame with the sexy walk, the touch &
the kiss to soothe your fever. like the guy said once, the
sweet stuff that dreams are made of.
women like her are dangerous, so what makes them so easy
to fall in love with? it’s those eyes, portholes of a hell-born
soul. blue, green, brown, hazel; it don’t matter, they’re all
exactly the same. her priorities are written right there in the
perilous beauty, & they all add up to one thing: what’s best
for her, & screw everybody else, even a nice guy like me.
it’s the deceit that grows there like daffodils, she planted that
garden right about the time she developed breasts…..maybe
lies & tits are a package deal.
she’ll tell you you’re the bravest man she’s ever known, as long as
you’re holdin’ the gun. then she takes it fast & loose out the back
door with a briefcase full of loot after you’ve murdered her rich husband.
there’s a cab waitin’ in the alley & she’s gone, you stand there shakin’
with a smoking Beretta & a one-way ticket to the gallows.
but there’s something even more dangerous in the lady’s eyes,
because love is the worst lie. it’s the dream every kid chases before
he can figure the odds. it’s the fairy tale that gets you into a mahogany
bed with Cinderella or Snow White, & you’ll never have to bite the
poisoned apple. it’s the fantasy that every soldier & sailor fights his
wars for, & suffers the cold & lonely nights reading the rare perfumed
love letter by the trembling light of a Zippo.
it’s those eyes, brother, it’s all the beauty in the world in two sparkling
orbs that spin you like a dreidel.
it’s the negligee’d promise that breaks your heart softly, like a
sledgehammer.
it’s what takes a man down…
Published 6th Nov 2014
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6th Nov 2014 5:12am
Powerful and felt it from the heart, John... 3rd stanza was gold...
Enjoyed, sir...
Enjoyed, sir...
6th Nov 2014 5:18am
6th Nov 2014 7:43am
your flair and unparalleled concinnity are always breathtaking Mister Feddeler
6th Nov 2014 9:07am
Beautiful! Danger and passion, my love of these, only DU sees. Thank you for this wonderful poem.
6th Nov 2014 12:12pm
Compelling and gripping from start to finish
Thoroughly enjoyed
A masterful piece of writing. The third verse is brilliant
Thoroughly enjoyed
A masterful piece of writing. The third verse is brilliant
6th Nov 2014 1:07pm
6th Nov 2014 1:56pm
The eyes most definitely r full of power
Whether they r full of passionate pleasure or pain.
Thats where a womans true story can b read
What a captivating into ur brilliant mind darlin
Whether they r full of passionate pleasure or pain.
Thats where a womans true story can b read
What a captivating into ur brilliant mind darlin
6th Nov 2014 8:28pm
Powerful and sensual write JF and so cynical in parts...
We're not all like that.... :)
We're not all like that.... :)
7th Nov 2014 7:06am
You're so so right ... it's in those eyes - I love watching hers dance but the tunes played lead to dangerous games in dangerous places
8th Nov 2014 1:21pm
YEAH THOSE FUCKING SPARKLING EYES ... LIKE MILLA JOVOVICH IN 'STONE' (ALTHOUGH SHE DOES HAVE OTHER GREAT ASSETS) - YOU'RE A STAR JF
8th Nov 2014 8:39pm
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15th Nov 2014 00:52am
Reminiscent of a black and white movie, I loved it. Such beautifull words.
"all the beauty in the world in two sparkling
orbs that spin you like a dreidel."
Incredible ink.
"all the beauty in the world in two sparkling
orbs that spin you like a dreidel."
Incredible ink.
