Is it another longing
Another high class hotel, with leather and mild brown surrounding a purgent bar of cocktails, whisky and liquid sin. I don't think it was Rachel Weisz; you can never really remember faces. But I think it was close, or perhaps some resemblence by figure, form or mind. In reflection, I think it was Pese, but it might have been created by my deluded imagination of Alicia. I don't think I'll ever know.
She bought me a drink last time we met, so this time I returned the favour, with the casual relaxed air of old friends or lovers. Her table was already starting to get occupied by fawning admirers. There were speared chestnuts as the absurd delicacy, but my mind knew no better. She hinted and I chose another table.
We were out on a plain of grasslands on the threshold of some indoor ice sledding run. She's married now, but taking a break with her parents. She thinks we'll never see each other again, so I've been given a gift to be certain I'll come back. Its a double-needle pump end of somekind. Suddenly the feelings overwhelm us and we can't let go. In parting, we take turns skiing down the course provided. The supervisors know that I have a python and they think they know that they have a shot at her. But she's mine, I'm holding her, and for a second time, we can't let go.
Kylie's giving us all a lift home. She's going down the wrong side of the tracks, so she reverses and goes back, yelling at a cyclist as a point in the margin. There's an analogy to Natalie, here, but I don't think I can remember anymore.
She bought me a drink last time we met, so this time I returned the favour, with the casual relaxed air of old friends or lovers. Her table was already starting to get occupied by fawning admirers. There were speared chestnuts as the absurd delicacy, but my mind knew no better. She hinted and I chose another table.
We were out on a plain of grasslands on the threshold of some indoor ice sledding run. She's married now, but taking a break with her parents. She thinks we'll never see each other again, so I've been given a gift to be certain I'll come back. Its a double-needle pump end of somekind. Suddenly the feelings overwhelm us and we can't let go. In parting, we take turns skiing down the course provided. The supervisors know that I have a python and they think they know that they have a shot at her. But she's mine, I'm holding her, and for a second time, we can't let go.
Kylie's giving us all a lift home. She's going down the wrong side of the tracks, so she reverses and goes back, yelling at a cyclist as a point in the margin. There's an analogy to Natalie, here, but I don't think I can remember anymore.