The ladies who lunch together
Whisper of lost loves
And broken dreams
The ladies who lunch together
Dream of lost whispers
And broken hearts
Their dreams and their whispers
Separate into small dust drops that
Float up into the heavens
Where the outstretched tongues
Of the gods taste their bitter-sweetness
And shake the clouds with their laughter
The ladies who lunch together
Yearn for the sweetness of young men
Not yet visited
Sydnee Elliot
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ladies-who-lunch-together/
