Las Vegas Babe

I still see her, standing at the window of my rental
Car, in shades, imploring, “Take me with you.”
Just another Vegas babe; she could have been.
We were in Vegas. Blonde by nature, beautiful,
And shapely as the ballerina she had been throughout
Her youth, she begged, and I'd have done the deed,
Despite the presence of her mother and two aunts.
I loved her so, but she relented, went with them,
And my love didn't find fulfillment. Picture that.
In Omaha, I wait. She says she wants to come,
I'd give up limbs to get her here, but I suspect
That something, once again, won't let her go,
And, this time, I'm impelled to beg. “Come visit
Me.” She hasn't answered, my Las Vegas babe.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-06-08 at 01:24

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