Elixir 12/28/13 Poem by Shane Clawson

Holding your hand
as the ship docked
In Southampton
Rush of butterflies
Overjoyed manners came over me
I wanted to breathe in the new town

New girl
Abroad the ship
Dancing to Gershwin
Until my feet dropped
Clench his shoulders tightly

Attended plays and college lectures
Picnics in Hyde Park
I felt life
A new pastry
Wanted another serving
Bite into richness
I wanted to breath in the new town

Departed from your company
I grew lonesome
Filling my schedule
Luncheons and dinner dates
Singing on my fire scape
Last night's hors d'oeuvres
Scraping up any memories
Numb the broken ties
Sleeping in until 3

Growing restless
Darling, I cannot be whole
Without the scents
Your embrace
Famine to a third world country
Together one or more of us
Is contaminated by deprivation
I've become dependent on you

Rising up light bright
and love sick
Cardio and breeze hits my face
Cerebral sack
Mooning over our existence
Pawns set up for a game
We both are inexperienced
Dripping with naiveté