take me home with you tonight -
for a moment we can pretend that
the world is not at war!
when our own victory is won
we'll fall asleep on tangled sheets,
my arm around your waist.
surely the air raid sirens will not wake us;
the dropping bombs and the grounds that shake,
the cries of soldiers as they fall
will not concern sleeping beauty at all.
take me out int the crowded streets
hand in hand we pretend that
chaos does not surround us.
when finally we find a quiet place to sit
we will chat about this and that
as my coffee is getting cold.
surely the air raid sirens will not wake us;
the dropping bombs and the grounds that shake,
the cries of soldiers as they fall
will not concern sleeping beauty at all.
take me dancing with you tonight.
the loud music and flashing lights
hide the brawlers by the bar.
time passes, collecting empty glasses
as the background fades into a drunk parade
i have my arm around your waist.
surely the air raid sirens will not wake us;
the dropping bombs and the grounds that shake,
the cries of soldiers as they fall
will not concern sleeping beauty at all.
3 comments:
I can hear this with music.
I take it you REALLY like HD
"we will chat about this and that
as my coffee is getting cold."
I find these lines incredibly rich. As simple as they are, they bring so much to the poem. This image is one I expect to stay with me.
Fabulous work. All of it. I am honoured to be experiencing your words.
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