LUNCH

by Jonathan Doughtery - Aquarius

I met Beverly at the Hilltop cafe
at a quarter 'til noon
in the middle of June
the air was crisp and tender
i ordered the loin of pig 
and hers i do not remember
she speaks of philosophy
and how it fucks with me
oh how her eyes smiled
as she takes a sip of 
her creamated coffee

Birth sign: Aquarius
Date created: 2001-04-01 21:59:50
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:43:57
Poem ID: 61539

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