Tuesday, January 3, 2012

The German Bar

i went to the girl in the German bar
but the french had won her back

she had been fresh, dark-luscious
ripe on the vine, dripping in succulence
and my future, she held in her locket

she could wink with her lips
and smile with her eyes
a fine trick to a boy shedding innocence

or perhaps, innocence
shedding the boy

i went meaning to ask her
did she remember?
was my future yet hidden in her locket?

but my future i found instead
in her tired eyes which long ago
forgot how to smile

so we said nothing beyond
a glance to the mirror
of an innocence
we sold so cheaply
not knowing
we could never buy it back
not even for a moment