Reply
Submitted by Pusangitim on December 10, 2008 - 7:51pm.
English | poem
You asked me
Why I kissed you
That scotched
Saturday evening.
Because I was curious.
Because I had drunk three-fourths
Of a bottle of scotch.
Because you asked me with your eyes.
Had I been sober,
Had I been sane,
Your lips
Would never have touched mine.
I kept my eyes closed
To your exquisitely
ugly face.
I hadn’t gone that far
Into the black yet.
Nothing personal.
I just wanted a period
To answer the question mark
Of what you tasted like.
Now I know.
* I wrote this poem about 14 years ago (maybe more). It saw print some five years ago in the Weekly Mirror. I just rediscovered it online on somebody's blog at http://dreamreaper.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html - the blogger having commented that this is why she wanted a boyfriend. :) I just thought it would be worth posting here, too.
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Because you asked me with your eyes.
Submitted by jumpingrain on December 11, 2008 - 7:31am.
Because you asked me with your eyes reminds me of "Drink with me with your eyes" (I forgot the exact line though, but it almost goes this way).
Beyond that I can't say anything anymore. I don't spend my Saturday evenings drinking ^^
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Drink to me with thine eyes
Submitted by Pusangitim on December 11, 2008 - 4:55pm.
I think the line you refer to is "Drink to me with thine eyes," from "Song to Celia" by Ben Johnson... but I could be wrong. That was one of the poems I really liked when I was taking English 101 at UST about the time I wrote "Reply." :)
I also no longer spend any time drinking. I gave up the spirits, so to speak, a very long time ago.
Peace!
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nice =)
playful young one..hehehe
thanks for sharing.