Our dude in Europe/delacroix esq./here come your money-maker!/part 12: PRIDE:
Between her legs, perhaps, you never ventured? Her profile, once glimpsed, photographed your OWN mind; at the market, at the Airport, in a bar, late at night: Still, distilled, she favors your aging smile?
Who WAS she? Where did she go? Did she marry some SLO-MO? And YOU? -horrified!?
Where did HE go, she asks? HE, the MAN!? ...At the market. At the Airport. At the bar, late at night? "I would have given him EVERYTHING. I would have worn my best dress/my University diplomas! I would have suffered, I would have DIED for him!!!
I see him still. WHO was he? Where did he go? What road did he take...to that place where we BOTH could not go?
c 2012/dave delacroix/someone lend me eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Euroes
by wednesday/food parcels ARE an option...:)
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