Let us go on a midnight walk
and you can teach me French phrases
like "Let us kiss deeply"
and "We have time left before the morning".
We can go back to my place
and I can roleplay as a French,
aristocratic teenager named Franz.
You can be my arranged wife
(the girl I'm told to marry)
and we can pretend all night long
that we're enjoying making love.
3 comments:
"and we can pretend all night long
that we're enjoying making love."
as opposed to? it confuses me, becuase the beginning seems so picaresque, and then the end (of the story) seems forced.
all in all i like it tho :)
I'm confused, too. Why *pretend*? The first part was so loving and then it took that negative turn. Could you enlighten?
From what I understand, this poem is emphasizing how these days "making love" is non-existant. Sex now seems to be merely a quick thrill and easy pleasure filled with lame cliches without any significant meaning or emotion behind it. It's sad how things like friends with benefits and booty calls have brought the downfall of real "love making".
Post a Comment