Friday, 07 September 2007

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  Bartholomew

  his locks
  unfasten
  my clenched smile
  and my
  jeweled barrette
  
  he tells me
  that I have
  pretty teeth
  
  when he sings
  about redemption
  he looks
  at me
  and winks
  
  swinging
  my hair
  I wink back

  Happy Friday, Xangans!  I usually don't explain my poetry--but the story behind this poem is too funny to ignore.  This past weekend, we went to a huge labor day party.  The band was incredible.  The lead singer, Adrian Bartholomew was adorable, to say the least.  At the beginning of the party, I was giving him shy smiles and enjoying his performance.  By the end of the party, I was playing with his dreadlocks while I sang with the band.  Somewhere, in the middle of all of this, someone brought me a cocktail napkin and told me to write a poem.  I scribbled down the words posted above and handed it back to my friend.  Unbeknownst to me, my friend passed it along to Adrian and yesterday, I received a call from him.  When I answered the phone--he read me my poem. 

  Here are a couple of pictures of the night in question:

  
  I don't really think he wanted me up there...but at that point, I didn't care.

  
  Erin and I decided that the party needed even more entertainment.  We started dancing on the couch--this was right around midnight....

  Don't you feel so sorry for my husband?  This is what he was doing while I was busy dancing, singing and flirting:

   
  Thanks to darling Patrice for having her camera and snapping these pictures!!!
  

  
   

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