he looks with a
doleful eye
with a doleful eye
he glances at the
dancers on the
dance floor
the girls there laugh
their dresses in colourful patterns, their
long legs lithe, they laugh
not at him
not with him not
for him, just
for themselves
unencumbered
a little in love with their lives, they are
young not much younger than he
they don’t notice him at all, they
dance they
dance to the music
doleful his eyes as looks at his wife who is holding his hand
sitting directly before him she is
holding his hand she
adores him, and with
good reason
she knows it, she knows it’s good reasons she has to
adore him
she knows she senses how
lucky
she is just to have him
doleful-eyed as he sits there, watching
the dance floor
lucky she has him
lucky he has
married, has
chosen
decided on
her
his doleful eye averts her glow but someone cracks a joke and he laughs
he laughs a rueful laugh deep from within him not loud and not sharp but
resounding
he laughs a resounding laugh, a well of sadness
profound
at his
loss of himself
to his own
his very own
lethargy
why this he is asking himself but not in these words
he has no words he has no thought for what he’s asking himself he just knows
without knowing
aches without aching
longs but he’s heard it before
he wonders how did he end up here like this he knows she loves him she more than loves, she
adores
him his every fibre, every
molecule of his
she
basks in, he
knows
how happy he makes her even though
he is not happy at all
he wonders how did he end up like this
married
to her
when every one of these girls on the dance floor
laughing, moving
living
would have him
would want him
if only he smiled his rascal smile at one of them
once
he is tall
he is tall and toned and chiseled, his dark hair is rich and his white teeth are
even
when he stands he stands taller than any man in the heady marquee of some other man’s wedding and his hands are
sensuous, strong
his chest is enormous
it resonates with a laughter a roar of pain a
profound but inept
expression
of his loss of himself to
this, to
sitting here
with this woman
who loves, who
adores him
the girls on the dance floor are laughing
they’re laughing at him
they don’t know it they don’t notice him they don’t even know who he is but they’re laughing and he
he knows they are laughing at him, their
happiness and their
sparkle, their
blond hair and gamine limbs their
satin sweet scent
which he remembers from not long ago when any one of them would have
gladly been
keenly
been his
if only he smiled his mischievous smile at any of them
their laughter at their very own loveliness, the
ease
of it all of being
alive
it’s laughing
it’s laughing
at him
it’s saying to him: see what a fool what a lazy, laughable fool: you settled for
her
you couldn’t bring yourself to break her heart
she loves you she more than loves she
adores you
she doesn’t question or quarrel because she knows how
lucky
she is to have you to have had you say yes to her yes in front of the altar yes in the eyes of the lord yes to the witness of all of your friends yes with the family there, yes you had said you had said to her
yes
she gives
one imagines
good head
and she adores you
it’s easy with her because she’ll never not ever abandon you and breaking her heart
you couldn’t bring yourself to do that
and she’s nice
a nice woman who loves and adores you she
wants you
though really you’re too tired and frankly too drunk but
using her mouth and her fingers she’ll get
even tonight when you sullenly stumble back to the hotel wishing yourself with one maybe some of us girls instead, even tonight using her skill and her
expertise that she’s acquired over years of coaxing it
teasing it
out of you
she’ll get enough of you just enough to make her feel that she’s wanted she too is wanted
a little but really you don’t you really don’t want her at all you want us any of us all of us any one any one combination of us and you’re stirring a little now, see, now that drink-sodden blood of yours stirring a little and makes you want it want us any one of us now
he turns his doleful eyes back towards her
she’s holding his hand and running hers up his thigh
she notices something is stirring and she smiles at him
her adoring her loving her
awkward smile
she isn’t
good-looking
he knows it she knows it she is lovely and loving and beautiful deep within maybe but she isn't
a looker
it’s the cruel truth
but the truth
is so often so cruel and he knows it she knows it, and she doesn’t know because she doesn’t want to know that he’s stirring not for her and her clammy hand on his thigh but for the girls dancing laughing on the dance floor the girls who don’t even know
he exists
she wants to and so she makes believe that he’s stirring for her that he adores her right back
he’s looking right through her
the man who’s the heart and the soul of the party stands on a chair and pours wine from the bottle straight down his throat
the table worries but laughs
the girls don’t take notice they dance and they laugh for themselves, they are
happy, he
laughs
another roar of pain another cry of despair another
yell
for help for being allowed
out of this
mare
but now it’s got chilly and she shivers and he loves her enough
she loves she adores him and she knows she has reason for both and she knows what to do with her tongue and her lips and her palms and her fingers and that’s all that’s required tonight she’s a kind woman a bit of a mumsy and really no looker but at least she knows what she’s got in him and she’ll never cease to adore him and breaking her heart would also break his
he takes off his jacket and puts it around her it looks like a coat on her his torso is so
so enormous
she holds both his hands and he lowers his head and hangs it low and he knows and she knows it will be like this now this is
what it’ll be like
together
unhappy
in love
doleful eye
with a doleful eye
he glances at the
dancers on the
dance floor
the girls there laugh
their dresses in colourful patterns, their
long legs lithe, they laugh
not at him
not with him not
for him, just
for themselves
unencumbered
a little in love with their lives, they are
young not much younger than he
they don’t notice him at all, they
dance they
dance to the music
doleful his eyes as looks at his wife who is holding his hand
sitting directly before him she is
holding his hand she
adores him, and with
good reason
she knows it, she knows it’s good reasons she has to
adore him
she knows she senses how
lucky
she is just to have him
doleful-eyed as he sits there, watching
the dance floor
lucky she has him
lucky he has
married, has
chosen
decided on
her
his doleful eye averts her glow but someone cracks a joke and he laughs
he laughs a rueful laugh deep from within him not loud and not sharp but
resounding
he laughs a resounding laugh, a well of sadness
profound
at his
loss of himself
to his own
his very own
lethargy
why this he is asking himself but not in these words
he has no words he has no thought for what he’s asking himself he just knows
without knowing
aches without aching
longs but he’s heard it before
he wonders how did he end up here like this he knows she loves him she more than loves, she
adores
him his every fibre, every
molecule of his
she
basks in, he
knows
how happy he makes her even though
he is not happy at all
he wonders how did he end up like this
married
to her
when every one of these girls on the dance floor
laughing, moving
living
would have him
would want him
if only he smiled his rascal smile at one of them
once
he is tall
he is tall and toned and chiseled, his dark hair is rich and his white teeth are
even
when he stands he stands taller than any man in the heady marquee of some other man’s wedding and his hands are
sensuous, strong
his chest is enormous
it resonates with a laughter a roar of pain a
profound but inept
expression
of his loss of himself to
this, to
sitting here
with this woman
who loves, who
adores him
the girls on the dance floor are laughing
they’re laughing at him
they don’t know it they don’t notice him they don’t even know who he is but they’re laughing and he
he knows they are laughing at him, their
happiness and their
sparkle, their
blond hair and gamine limbs their
satin sweet scent
which he remembers from not long ago when any one of them would have
gladly been
keenly
been his
if only he smiled his mischievous smile at any of them
their laughter at their very own loveliness, the
ease
of it all of being
alive
it’s laughing
it’s laughing
at him
it’s saying to him: see what a fool what a lazy, laughable fool: you settled for
her
you couldn’t bring yourself to break her heart
she loves you she more than loves she
adores you
she doesn’t question or quarrel because she knows how
lucky
she is to have you to have had you say yes to her yes in front of the altar yes in the eyes of the lord yes to the witness of all of your friends yes with the family there, yes you had said you had said to her
yes
she gives
one imagines
good head
and she adores you
it’s easy with her because she’ll never not ever abandon you and breaking her heart
you couldn’t bring yourself to do that
and she’s nice
a nice woman who loves and adores you she
wants you
though really you’re too tired and frankly too drunk but
using her mouth and her fingers she’ll get
even tonight when you sullenly stumble back to the hotel wishing yourself with one maybe some of us girls instead, even tonight using her skill and her
expertise that she’s acquired over years of coaxing it
teasing it
out of you
she’ll get enough of you just enough to make her feel that she’s wanted she too is wanted
a little but really you don’t you really don’t want her at all you want us any of us all of us any one any one combination of us and you’re stirring a little now, see, now that drink-sodden blood of yours stirring a little and makes you want it want us any one of us now
he turns his doleful eyes back towards her
she’s holding his hand and running hers up his thigh
she notices something is stirring and she smiles at him
her adoring her loving her
awkward smile
she isn’t
good-looking
he knows it she knows it she is lovely and loving and beautiful deep within maybe but she isn't
a looker
it’s the cruel truth
but the truth
is so often so cruel and he knows it she knows it, and she doesn’t know because she doesn’t want to know that he’s stirring not for her and her clammy hand on his thigh but for the girls dancing laughing on the dance floor the girls who don’t even know
he exists
she wants to and so she makes believe that he’s stirring for her that he adores her right back
he’s looking right through her
the man who’s the heart and the soul of the party stands on a chair and pours wine from the bottle straight down his throat
the table worries but laughs
the girls don’t take notice they dance and they laugh for themselves, they are
happy, he
laughs
another roar of pain another cry of despair another
yell
for help for being allowed
out of this
mare
but now it’s got chilly and she shivers and he loves her enough
she loves she adores him and she knows she has reason for both and she knows what to do with her tongue and her lips and her palms and her fingers and that’s all that’s required tonight she’s a kind woman a bit of a mumsy and really no looker but at least she knows what she’s got in him and she’ll never cease to adore him and breaking her heart would also break his
he takes off his jacket and puts it around her it looks like a coat on her his torso is so
so enormous
she holds both his hands and he lowers his head and hangs it low and he knows and she knows it will be like this now this is
what it’ll be like
together
unhappy
in love
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