05 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
First words out of Jim mouth were a story about last night’s kiss and he presented it in such a way as if it was supposed to disturb me. He had the idea I was interested in a particular lady and as the night wore on, that he had won the war. I explained first that we are not in a competition, second I had no interest in either of the young women or I wouldn’t have retired alone early and third that he was an asshole to even consider it. (more…)
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05 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments
Invisible, in the movements of life, unfelt and unknown, she lies trembling, am I alone
In the distance, stands a lonely heart, as I am, so I see
somewhere out there, someone, tonight she waits for me
A smile in passing, in turning two eyes meet, quick glimpse, a forgotten dream, both wishing to complete
The loneliness did she undress, laying down, her loveliness, into each other, beholding this,
lips drew near and clung to a kiss
Deep within the arms, the rose of beauty burns, tonight, tomorrow’s dream
immortal youth returns
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