I was me
By PaulJ
While I lay like a drunken clown,And the fresh light of early morningSeeped through the large bay windowCutting shafts in the dismal gloom,Spreading dappled patterns all aroundThe ‘L’ shaped room,She, with the confident elegance of an Avon swan,Glided towards my sofa-bed,With its crisp white pillow and turnedback sheet.She, who only a few short hours ago,Had been the sort of sweet,‘Girl next door’ sort of girl,Was now, in the full splendour of her naked beauty,Relegating me to a trembling schoolboy.For all I could do was nurse my beer-raged headAnd attempt to comprehend that this,This, our very first time,Should be such bliss:No fumbling, groping in the dark,In the back of some old car,Or stolen moments in the park:This was itAs it should be.She was she,And I was me. Written October 13th, 2001 © on Oct 13 2001 02:58 AM PST 0 • 8
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"While I lay like a drunken clown,And the fresh light of early morningSeeped through the large bay windowCutting shafts in the dismal gloom,Spreading dappled patterns all aroundThe ‘L’ shaped room,She, with the confident elegance of an Avon swan,Glided towards my sofa-bed,With its crisp white pillow and turnedback sheet.She, who only a few short hours ago,Had been the sort of sweet,‘Girl next door’ sort of girl,Was now, in the full splendour of her naked beauty,Relegating me to a trembling schoolboy.For all I could do was nurse my beer-raged headAnd attempt to comprehend that this,This, our very first time,Should be such bliss:No fumbling, groping in the dark,In the back of some old car,Or stolen moments in the park:This was itAs it should be.She was she,And I was me...."