The Blond Has Gone

Poem By Anne Jensen

Sweettalk and smile
Lets go out for a while

Speedtalk and wine
Who draws the line?
He wants a wife
She wants another life

Slowtalking and kneeling
They're both hunting that feeling
Big arms and a nest
He's doing his best

She's running in the rain
Erasing his name
The water runs from her hair
She was just coming up for air

Comments about The Blond Has Gone

Very dramatic piece and the actions carried out by characters suggest vivid images as message.


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