Word of the Day Challenge: Mawkish
He wanted me to meet
his Soulmate, the Love of His Life
a woman like no other.
She was a poet, an artist
acerbic and sweet
a delicious mixture of confusion and hope.
So I sat across from her
and watched mangled words and metaphors
die on her overly red and nicotine stained lips.
I mourn for those minutes
that died on the clock that day,
gone forever never to be had again.
2 thoughts on “Red Mouth”
The old saying that love is blind – or blinded- seems to be true. We always wind up seeing that which we most desire in our infatuations. there’s a song by Warren Zevon about a dalliance going on in the dark of a bar, but when the lights came up at closing he saw the true face of his inamorato, and it wasn’t pretty.
To this day that is the most surreal event I’ve ever experienced and I’ve had a few.