That poignant moment when we meet
Like long-lost friends
So discreet
You look good together
Why do you need me
Is he blind
Is it me
We play the game
It’s nothing new
Hotels are full of Smiths
Like me and you
I should move on
You should too
You look good together
Him and you
We plan the next
Somewhere new
Mr and Mrs rendezvous
She’s sleeping now
I gaze her naked way
Thinking to myself
Someday
Turning to hide his shame
The woman with his brother's name.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 8th, 2021 05:03
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
An intrigue! I had to read it again. Wonderful gift of words, Paul.
Thanks, Garth.
Ouch! Forbidden love. Says it all.
What a poem!. Smacks you in the nuts with a punchline if you have a brother. Works two ways of course, or more if you have several brothers. Again.. Ouch!
You don't want too many brothers coming after you.
Agree with Dusk - didn't see the punchline coming.... interesting look into the man's mind ....
Always takes two to tango, though one might be low life.
Wow. What a poem. I love the end line what a way to end it.
Thanks, Kate, It happens.
It took me a Moment
To re read
Something not normal it’s difficult to accept
Love may be blind
But people see it by morality
So it takes times
Well crafted
Something unusual but emerging in news around
No morals out there now, everything seems to go.
Ummmm
Maybe
A forbidden love
Seems to be a new tradition
Good words Paul about an illicit liaison.
Andy
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