dedalus Posted March 24, 2012 Share Posted March 24, 2012 What are you looking at in that bamboo screen, what do you see that you cannot see in me? You know that I like you, perhaps too much, and this is the confidence borne by sexy women. Love is not a thing to be spoken of because it carries with it a trail of sorrows, etched with moments of lightness and delight. You are my lightness and delight Miss Morimoto and you know it, silkily teasing, because you can run away and catch the last bus. Last night you didn’t. Last night you were bold and almost forthcoming. As a woman you know the hold you have over me, you know. You spoke with a voice of tenderness, not pity. In real life you look so so much better than this silly photo: tranquil, clear-eyed, beautiful, entirely ruthless. From the outside just another cute Japanese girl which we foreign blokes pick up and discard in a cavalier way, except the discarding bit didn’t come quite that easy With you. You made sure of that. Look in my eyes, you said, and be sure you will never forget me. I can play with you, make you dance, cause days and weeks of endless pain And laugh at you. Then I can haul you in again. I can do this whenever I please. This photo is totally misleading, because she looks so totally harmless. It tells you nothing of her lethal charm. She is a dangerous person, she can casually destroy you or sometimes let you go. I hate her, I love her. I don't know. http://forum.poetryc...t=miss+morimoto Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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