the-u-life

With silly smile, playing laptop keyboard keys, I relay tales of brief, college bliss, where days, like dry martinis, swiftly pass lips that pucker for life’s capricious kiss. My roommates bring joy and warm delight, like late night Cheeto-fights to break-up study drudgery - some chaos can counter stress, though it makes a powdery-orange mess. While we whirl and preen, when on party scenes, we've embarked on the classic scholar’s quest. We're earnest lasses, who pass-up passes - well, some capitulate - we are human. But I'm tempered by shame, and remembered love's flame - and nightly I whisper his name. . playing with sonnet