Galeazzo was late.
He was always late
leaving her sitting at a bar or coffee shop.
Waiting.
She vowed she would wait
just thirty minutes;
no longer would she feel foolish
and desperate.
Galeazzo the Adonis.
How she prayed to the goddesses
to curse him
with the longings of Narcissus!
Oh Nemesis!
As he looks at his reflection
in every storefront window
let him suffer eternal heartache!
Galeazzo of the short brown curls
lashes of a woman
lids when closed melding
into perfect high cheekbones.
Oh! How she hated him!
She would nurse her latte
thirty minutes just for the opportunity
to rage.
Just who does he think he is
this aqua gio?
recalling the smell of him.
David standing in Florence?
At the clubs
every woman wants him
and every gay man.
Fortune smiles and he hits on her.
She was definitely batting
above her average
Out of her league.
"What’s he doing with her?"
After a while she knows.
Just another notch on his shooter
Some dreams die hard
when you’re playing over your head.
And while he faded
out of her life, lost interest,
moved on, she wept; lighting incense
chanting curses. Feeling used.
"You've got mail!".
Coffee tomorrow at ten?
Usual place?
Best. Galeazzo.
She knew he was reeling her in
as a finger caressed but could not push
delete.
"Hi! See you tomorrow!
Over coffee she would face
beautiful Galeazzo;
have the last of many words;
feel so much better.
And then he was there
only thirty two minutes late
just as gorgeous
always perfect.
The eyes of every woman
turned to follow him
wanting him
and then he smiled at her.
And in his gaze
she knew she was lost, a puppet
rising halfway from her seat
forgetting every curse.
Originally published in Fictionique.com
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IceRune
Very Thingish Things
Daniel Rigney
Mary Joan Koch
john guzlowski
Jan Wilberg
Salon.com
Comments
:-)
But I liked the grungy ones. Cowboys and such.
Cowboys are misunderstood. They rode Ox and cows.
Later cowboys began to wear alligator boots and horse.
If a cowboy had a foe who poke ` bout they fed salamander.
In Viet` Nam there was a blond who always was in his mirror.
He'd pluck his eyebrows while we were pinned down for days.
Honest. He had a 3 X 5 G.I. Issued Mirror. Boy he was so Vain.
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I gotta spend time processing this. Thanks. No Kill Alligators.
No buy Bunny Rabbit Slippers either. No stomp on grass bugs,
and just sit on the porch and hear cute black crickets at 2:AM.
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Honest. I read this. Salamanders in coffee (latee) can kill you.
I think we've all known (or actually been) someone hopelessly, almost pathetically "in love", caught in that "it's gonna be better this time" loop. That's our girl here - or at least this old male author hopes so!
Also hope I struck a chord!
:-)
Regards.
He was nicknamed:
`
Pretty Boy
`
One vet was called"
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Pig Pen
Preacher's Boy
Watts
Pineapple
Coney Island
Lover Boy
Stink Pants
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loco torritto
My other name was "Four Eyes"
:-)
Rated.
I was James A.
and
Oh, 'ucking A.
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If Ya were 21?
You were Pop.
22? Gramps.
`
Sell GI spectacles on e-bay?
Place spectacles on nose.
Hang glasses and peer.
Peer To See Circus.
No join military.
Join Peace Corp.
No be corpse.
The war in Afghanistan will be eleven years.
Sunday will mark the 11- years we ruin lives.
American Friends Service Committee email.
I can get emails but can't send emails. Sigh.
One day I get a patient helper to show me?
`
Nickname pro-war creeps Devil's Cohorts.
The old word Devil needs a 21st cen update.
Call MITT & DEMS dark-death-damned one.
Evil agents . . . Marketers in Death. Oy Evil!
Tell people the simple truth. Dear toritto:-)
:-)
Many thanks for reading.
Regards,
Frank
they seem almost unreal,
like a Mona Liza,
they should mayhap,
be put on a wall,
where they can do no harm?
Since they leave so many,
broken hearts behind.
But loved the poem.
:"curse him
with the longings of Narcissus!"
yeah that will sink him eventually.
all this adoration? an adonis will grow bored, i imagine.
he will seek for something beyond his own image of himself
making love to a woman
who has his image in her mind.
R
Regards.