That Drunken Moment

There was a quiet moment once,
when we had drunk too much
and all the others were asleep,
the music was playing
and you took your violin
and just plucked at the strings
and in that drunken moment
I loved you more than every note
we ever played again.

The world was sleeping and we
two souls alone, lying on cushions
kissing, in the only way
a flautist and violinist know how to do,
buried underneath a sheepskin coat,
over filled ashtrays and empty
cheap bottles of plonk
like the plinkity tunes in
underground nightclubs we sometimes
played, for cheap drinks and saucisson
slapped between bread with cheese

I loved you but it couldn't translate
and later when we woke and you
looked at me with such devotion
I pursed my flautist lips
and took a spray of Chanel
and until a kiss in a thunderstorm
it stayed that way and way and way
as listless nights lead and lend
I meet you by the ferry
and you ask what if it had been different




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Written on 2016-02-21 at 19:43

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Beyond some point, everybody ends up with such memories, and, at another point, everybody either is asked or asks, "What if it had been different?" We all know that it couldn't have been.
2016-02-22


shells
You have such a flair for "story telling" it's so descriptive in such an enchanting way, "I pursed my flautist lips" made me smile and the question at the end sort of makes the end of the piece.
2016-02-22



"I loved you more than every note we ever played again." What an enchanting story. It is so full of life. It makes me feel young again.
2016-02-22


Nancy Sikora
This is beautifully written, I love the words... and it brings me back to my own moment with a musician when all the others were asleep.
2016-02-21


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I've bookmarked this because I like it, but more than that, as I've said about other of your poems, I can learn how to write better by reading them. You have a magical way with words.
2016-02-21



Ellie, only you can have moments this beautiful, and turn them into these tender poems. Love this one.:)
Ashe
2016-02-21



# tune, not tube, ....how to spoil a comment!
2016-02-21



Oh Elle this beautiful. Aw the pang of that question. Oh you have played a melancholy tube into my heart. Lovely.
2016-02-21


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
It's always different when it isn't I've found,
Perhaps as you wrote.
2016-02-21