Praha, dat is liefde en poëzie (1)

Praha, liefde en poëzie tegelijk.  Das uniek te vatten in 1 moment.  Overweldigend, gepakt, gestreeld, geprikkeld. Genieten. Geluk. Augustus 2014 (c) Sabrina Maes


I’d like to know you naked,
so I could better understand you dressed
Clothes get between us,
hiding what’s behind your eyes and mine
I ask you where you’re from
And you say Tulsa, what’s in that?
Tulsa’s oil wells and money to me,
growing up and broken hearts to you
How could I understand? and so
we have a drink, never finding us

I’d like to take you home, slowly take off
all your clothes and Tulsa
The blouse is too expensive,
your jeans too plain, your underwear all silk
They hide from me the one who cries
at sappy songs and loves old dogs
Take off my shirt and jeans, but slowly
They’re not made as well as me
They speak of other times, other places
Nothing of the man that’s me

….(c) Jim Freeman

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