Posted in Poetry, Prose

Dancing in the Corner

Dancing in the corner
the strains of Led Zeppelin
filled in the missing pieces
of her twisted attitude,
I wafted over to her
my smoke rings encircling
her curves
moving in and out
in accordance with her motions,
The music in its fever pitch
began to carry us away
until she crashed and burned
leaving me alone, floating
on the crimson skies
of my pipe dream…

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American living in Denmark.

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