Eliana Lulu

Eliana Lulu,

In a city lane cafe,

Serves the men in chocolate suits,

Who sit to hunt their prey.

Men in badly buttoned fronts,

Are beckoned by her calls,

Can little resist her enticing cries,

And avoid the other stalls.

She serves them eyes of blue,

She whispers through their hair,

She leaves each folly follower,

So content they feel despair.






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      1. šŸ˜…. Intriguing poem and imagery. I rather envision Eliana like the sun melting away the messy facade of the chocolate suits. Leaving Iā€™m not sure what. I sense sadness in it on both sides.

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      2. That’s great thinking. Truth be known, i wrote this in a little restaurant in one of Melbourne’s famous lanes. The restaurant is called Eliana Lulu and I imagined that the girl serving some business men was her. They were very typical, eyes on anyone female (not that I can talk) and the poem really wrote itself. A name like Eliana Lulu just screams poetry I think.

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