In LOve...(heaVy wOrd VerSion)

She has an expensive cocktail in her hand

embellished with umbrellas and rare fruits

she evaluates everyone around her

with one, poignant glance

Shiny high-heeled shoes embrace her fragile feet

with each step she takes as she

hurries across the room and pass me

the bar is open,

eau de parfume lingers where she stood

her eyes follow the flow of the golden...

refreshement, closely

now she taps the desk with her long fingers

decorated with lucid nail polish, she's impatient

delicate wrist picks up the chalice, firmly

her lipstick leaves a stain,

like an acceptable defect on a piece of art

she gives a certain look to the bar tender, refill

flawless, long legs can be seen from underneath

the layers of her haute couture dress

she appears to be lonely,

although she thinks she's with a friend

like a fallen angel, sent down from heaven

because she loved her friend more

than she loved God

her essence is

disguised with mercurial mystique

like a torn curtain swaying

in the charren window, after a conflagration

she's untouchable with her alleviation

the night grows older, her heavy head

nods back and forth,

she expresses her appreciation

to someone whose hand gestures indicate

a taxi's been called, I was too late

I watched her all night, waiting for my chance

to get to talk to her, waited for my

inhibitions to disappear

but there she goes, staggering down the stairs

and drives away, away from me

in a bright yellow cab

but next year I'll be poised

and she will come to me running

because I will drink as much as her

thus we'll have one friend in common.

InDEr