The prostitute I met

by Ş∂ņďħy∂   Aug 28, 2004


A first time
I felt butterflies in my stomach
In between a gray world
I spotted a colorful figure

When the thorns pricked my finger
I didn’t understand what red meant
Unconscious, but following her steps
I faced the beauty an inch distant
I don’t remember what I susurrated
A smile with a twinkle in her eyes
Is what I got as a reply
It pulled me into a world of dreams
In a short time, I was with Venus

I was dissolved in her feelings
She took me to a world which,
was familiar only in my dreams
No poet can describe it enough

I woke up alone on the bed,
Realizing that she never held my hand,
I was no more in a fairyland,
I was late to recognize the nymphet.
On my way back to my home
I found the rose, once a gift to her
Lying on the floor smashed by many feet
Escalating the bitter impact on my heart.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Allen

    Nice poem yet again, your words took my mind away, to the fairyland :) That was beautifully written, I loved it. Keep up the good work, and take care :)

  • 20 years ago

    by Mustardhart

    I was wondering the choice of that title.. funny how u fuse your imagination and reality all the time, I cant help but look inward.. very creative and beautifully set. I am waiting for more

  • 20 years ago

    by Gary

    Nice One... Too good..Keep Writing.
    But i still wonder do all poets put into words that has happened with them or they are creative ??? You are awesome...

  • 20 years ago

    by Jacki

    I really liked it. I didn't expect it to be like it was was when I clicked on it. But i'm so glad I did. I love the ending how he reilzed the women never held his hand, and the rose he gave her was on the floor. Amazing job.

  • 20 years ago

    by Ş∂ņďħy∂

    Oops! Lots of mistakes...Looks like i have to go back to school! I feel so stupid... I promise that next time i will be more careful.

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