Leonard and friend (a glosa with apologies for liberties taken)

(a glosa with apologies for liberties taken)

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.

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Those were turbulent days of heaven and hell,
of free thought and shackled intent.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
and your subsequent tragic descent.

Uncertain lovers, emotionally beat,
we skidded on endless despair.
You were talking so brave and acting so sweet,
ignoring our fractured affair.

So we laughed at the future, both thought we'd be dead,
you honored my earnestness by
giving me head on the stained, unmade bed
and telling that flattering lie.

Your mouth was like fire and scalded my meat,
then slid up my body like grease
while the limousines waited (below) in the street
and the management called in the police.