4 October 2009

She Was Hot

'She was hot'
says Mick to me
from 26 years ago
as the wind howls
and the rain patters
not five feet in front of me
dead silent
(but for gaps)
and Keith says 'I wanna hold you'
but I'm not sure
perhaps that part of me has died
yet there is a part of me
screaming like the wind
pounding like the rain
that longs to be out there
holding.

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