Satin Skirt

I walk alone
My head filled
With new and revolutionary
Concepts. They trouble me.
My comrades
Have flown
Home before me
No one can question my loyalty
Glory and beauty
Are gone now

There is, I feel,
A universal need
To be needed
And the intensity
Of my hopes
Is oppressive
And the sky
Is dark and dull and clouded
I am dressed in black
For I buried myself today

And, deep within, I yearn
For a long, red, swinging, satin skirt


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One Response to “Satin Skirt”

  1. sanabituranima Says:

    You write well. I know I have said this before.


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