Can I leave with you?
A muse glows in Brooklyn
There was something strangely beautiful about you, about your canine grin and the way that black dress wrapped around your cellophane skin.
How you weren’t bothered by my crooked smile or my wrinkled brow or my shallow breath and bourbon stench.
I wondered about the fact that you had flames for fingertips, yet it didn't hurt when you traced the lines of my face.
I wondered: what the hell was such a creature of myth doing in a dive like this?
I wondered: could you replace my Thorazine?
Could you soothe me better than Cezanne?
Could we help each other?
Sure, you had your doubts. But that was before... Before I gave my speech:
Oh yes... our needs may be too heavy, our chests may be too empty, but we have things in common don’t we?
We both drink whiskey neat and understand Kandinsky.
We both like the way I grab your ass; the particular texture of my calloused hands.
But I’m too old, too old for you; that’s what they’ll say.
This is a matter of not if, but when you’ll pull away.
Find a younger, leaner, cleaner, less hopeless version of me.
But just for tonight... Can I leave with you?
definitely sums up relationships, I especially liked canine grin, that was a great line!
good thing I don't have relationships of any kind, that's why I never feel lonely and always have time to enjoy life!
This is so cool