Lover Or Mother
Today I was in the shower.
Well, in the doorway to the shower.
I dropped my dirty clothes.
New ones tomorrow.
Get clean.
But: transfer stuff that's in my pockets.
Notes.
So it came out.
A lil note.
On it it said
"I wanna use your love tonight'
and
"when I come around".
I smiled.
I checked the back.
Nothing, that was all that was on.
I kissed the paper on the slightly folded back.
I remember writing that down today.
I was looking for songs to play for you, just guitar and voc.
I stood naked in the shower.
I started to do my hair.
I just wished you were there to moisten it, do a little shampoo...
feel your fingers through my hair.
Palms, tips, all.
Like a mother.
I would go down on my knees, look up,
up into your eyes,
straight and proud
proud of me, proud of you.
Look you into the eyes, all the way up, and say:
"Please be my mother for now."
Reacties op dit gedicht
| ~OpenBoek~: | Zaterdag, mei 29, 2004 18:53 |
| eel mooi love 4-ever xxx, |
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| L. Kameel: | Zaterdag, september 08, 2001 20:37 |
| L. Kameel: | Zaterdag, september 08, 2001 20:37 |
| My Pleasure... :) | |
| Sheena: | Woensdag, september 05, 2001 22:05 |
| Very nice ..... grinnnnn And steamy ..... take care, Sheena |
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| Auteur: L. Kameel | 
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