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She danced and laughed as I tried
my best to fog up her glasses...
Her name was Dimple...her breasts
were small...She smelled faintly
of curry and the motherland was
painted on her hands...

Some things arent meant to last...

The night ended with a whimper and
her father pulling up to the curb...
She did get in the car...I did
kiss her on the neck before she
did...I still taste Dimples neck...
I still dream in Sanskrit...

------
Terence Patrick Burns


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by kilgoretrout

Terence's Dimple
Terence,

Nemaste. :-)
firstedition

( Posted by: firstedition [Member] On: December 4, 2008 )

kilgoretrout
K.,

Beautiful poem. Sensual and dreamy, viewed through a hazy film, permeated at erratic intervals. Thank you for this.

Best,
Ariana

( Posted by: Ariana [Member] On: December 4, 2008 )





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