Drunken misunderstanding

"You said she was amazing!"
harsh amber eyes started
vacantly at the space
where i occupied,

"You misunderstood,
she was one out
of a million.
Not amazing,
just... Prophetic."

"Bullshit, when you came
back last week
you were bragging on
about her.

Tell me then whats
so prophetic ."



" She looked average,
admittedly but
She was some
bohemian hedonist,
she took her clothes
off and it was like cracking open
a rock and finding a diamond.
That really redeeming quality,
you know? How she could be more
exhilarating then a tidal wave
 just as accurate as a gun without
the safety on and you wield it
 around the room in some kind
 of postal ballet that the two of
 you co-ordinate and it's just
magically dangerous but at the
same time, totally terrifying? Like
walking through the forrest at night
and finding gold, that sacrifice and
reward of it?"

"Wow"


"Too bad all women
cant have those redeeming qualities."