douglas Posted October 18, 2010 Share Posted October 18, 2010 (edited) you used to make me run downstairs to the grocer's store below your apartment - after we'd made love - to buy you cigarettes and chocolate and i remember how beautifully ugly the autumnal streets of London used to look as i'd rush along the pavements from your front door litter and rusty leaves racing across the grey the brown flat expanse of the park opposite lined in the distance with the skeletal silhouettes of old English oaks and the bleak vapour trails from passing areoplanes adorning the brittle pale blue sky like the elegant patterns on your pretty Alfred Meakin bone china i'd always enter the store smiling and smelling of sex and Mr. Naidoo would always grin at me knowingly placing the 20 Silk Cut cigarettes and Lindt chocolate on the counter before i'd said a word then on the busy street again the cold air catching in my throat as i'd rush back to you ecstatically bumping into strangers as i dodged through the fruit sellers re-entering the apartment was always my favourite part the perfumed smoke from the incense the heat from the radiators The Cure playing loudly on the cd player and your outstretched tattooed arms welcoming me back into the sultry masculinity of their warm and secure embrace Edited October 18, 2010 by douglas Quote To receive love, you have to give it... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Join the conversation
You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.
Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible.