http://mrua7.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] section7mfu2012-12-26 03:25 pm

The Randomness of Life Chapter 21~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya




A City Remembered ~Vernon Scannell

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Of soot more myriad than gnats, a cloud

I remember that night on the beach in Long Island, we were so young when we explored each other, as precocious teens often do.

She was willing and I even more so.

Napoleon sighed as he remembered the first time he made love to a girl...what was her name?
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I see the trams, like galleons at night,

I see the faces of them all, hundreds of beautiful women that I caressed, and been caressed by them.

Drifting like enchanting phantoms through my memories... filling a gap left by Clara, or at least part of it.

There won’t be another like her in my life, but I’ll keep looking.

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Laborious smoke, stale beer and autumn gusts,

I can’t help myself when I see those pouting lips and swaying hips.

The ladies of UNCLE are wise to my ways, dating many, not just one.

Yet they still flutter to me like moths to a flame.

Hey, when you got it, you got it ...and I have it.

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And when it sputtered out, hung charred and sombre,

I’ve overdone things a bit, but learned my lesson; one date at a time... not every night of the week.

I was slapped three times yesterday because I mixed up some names, and the nights we were to rendezvous. *

Time to slow down...

(Phone rings)

“Mandy? Sure...how about in an hour?”

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For beauty is the shape of our desires.

“Sandy, mon petit chou.” I kissed her and she kissed me back with equal fervor, though seconds later I realized I called her by the wrong name.

“Aren’t you going to slap me for my faux pas?”

“Mmmm, only if you stop what you’re doing with your hands Napoleon dear.”

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A desolate enchantment that I"ll love.

And slipping from her bed; the enchantment already fading away...

Yet I’ll dream of my next encounter with another woman; the touch, the scent.

I’ll never end these affairs. They tell me I’m alive, filling the hollow emptiness in my heart left by the only woman I ever really loved.

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* ref “The Name Game”


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