Wednesday, 2 November 2011

Her Story

He closed the window
that she opened again wide.

A man in the street below
played his guitar

but it wasn't the blues
or country and western songs

and she listened.
Two lovers kissed at the street corner

ready for more
but they'd smoke their cigarettes first.

Back in her room
it was turning cold

and she would undress
as bitterly as before.

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