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two messages intertwined
alone
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Send thrills
through Internet
protocol over voice
two messages intertwined
alone
alone,
entranced in dark
fuming coffee, i sit
here, waiting for two dark eyes to
see me...
See me
in my red hat.
When the rain forms marble
pools; I will stand and salute your
cold boots.
cold boots,
my cobbler made
from the leather of his
body simmering with the heat of
lost love
lost love
and vintage wine
add to this evening laze
and a visit by the muse now
and then...
and then
I hold her hand
and we dance together
to the tune of love and forget
who's who!
who's who--
the party's on,
it no longer matters,
drunk crowds of magazined faces
flash by...
flash by...
like butterflies
the moments spent with you
in ecstasy of sublime love
flash by.........
Zzzzzzzzzz!
flash by,
ripple the air
buzzing the day, to bed
a steady murmur, kept awake
till dawn.
till dawn
we danced together
life was never so sweet
as those fateful last moments of
our lives
our lives
squeezed into
others' by sacred vows
that expire too soon to keep
or save...
or save
the thought of you
which only keeps my days
bright and my nights glittering with stars
indeed.
indeed
is the worst kind
of answer; does it mean
yes, or no, or neither - so, like,
perhaps?
perhaps
we were built for
one another it seems
with you there and me here we are
yet one!
yet one
must ask, can two
people ever truly
become one? Are we doomed to be
apart?