He was young,
and beautiful.
His lips were soft,
and the risk was low,
he kissed me sweet and slow.
His last name? God knows.
Way past midnight,
the calendar turned,
as my world spun,
in a new revolution.
I took back Tel Aviv.
“Tonight, we are going to play have you met Ted.”
Thats what she said.
“Tonight you are going to see there are other men.”
She is the best wing woman,
whisking away his friend,
while he took a lemon,
from my lips,
sexy,
Brazilian,
British,
barely a man.
Quite alright that I will never see him again.
He danced me across the floor,
wanting so much more.
His youth close to me,
allowed me to breathe,
the air of sin city,
without choking on you.
The city changed to red from blue.
And in the morning,
when I heard the bikes sing,
“ling ling,”
I smiled real wide,
because last night,
I kissed a beautiful,
22 year old,
Brazilian British guy.
Way past midnight,
the calendar turned,
as my world spun,
in a new revolution.
I took back Tel Aviv.
