Bliss on Cusp
He met her in a French cafe...
One eye was blue, the other grey
The linoleum smelled of beer while she dried fake tears
He ordered a cafe au lait
She sized him up in a French cafe...
She didn't really want to stay
The wind stirred the awning as she stifled a yawn
And blew his umbrella away
They rustled in a French cafe
One knelt to woo, the other pray
A Buddhist monk stopped in to say,
Yet what we cannot give away.
Contributors: | Zulu, TG, Master PQ, Mingo Junction, Loaf, P, The Agent Apsley, Stacy. |
Poem finished: | 29th September 1998. |