Last Friday Night.
Author: Unknown
Last Friday, went to "Black Gol", near sea-promenade.
A rivulet of sweet music, people smoking, like hyaenas.
My mate went dancing,and alone, I sat, with a beer.
Curvy, swinging models filled the thick fog dance-arena.
Proud gladiators danced with white spirits.
As I looked, drank, was happy,alone, in an immerse sea of jumping sweaty human-dolphins.
My eyes were watery, my head dizzy, throbbing.
I cried 'thanks': "For Smokers".
Me and my beer went out-side, sat near a table.
Cold, fresh sea-breeze filled my aching nostrils.
I was in heaven, drinking,locked in a soundless dream.
Hearty-laughting crowds, toasting glasses streamed into my soft ears.
My world:voiceless and soundless, an angel dreaming.
Than I saw her, glowing, a flowery-maid.
Her hands touched my thighs, I was in love.
Snow-white cheeks, a kiss on her rosy lips I laid.
When full-moon shone on her eyes, I kissed my love.
A cold hand on my arm,shook my dream away.
A smiling waitress, waiting for my order.
Shaking my head,slowly I stood up, heavy-laden legs.
Where is she?
Love, so young, beautiful- was gone.
I walked to my car, drove to my den.
Happy, sober, my face was wet.
Love was a dew-drop, sweet.
I was longing, to see Love, as lovers meet.
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
I described going out, last friday, toa nice wine-bar, got live-music, lots of people, nice atmosphere, apart from smokers.
I like to look, at people dancing, talking...it's unique..
Than i dreamt of love, drunk with Love, was drinking, but not heavy-drinking.
Love is like a drug...intoxicating..but without side-effects..apart from heart-break.
That's life..happy to be living, as with Love, it is great.
Comments (2)
I hope you get a dream come true