She left the cabaret
after someone whispered, "Honey"?
(But was it her or was I?)
Maybe we are just one?
She (I?) Left her message
on the strings of a black guitar,
two words only,
a sustained cry.
She left her longing, love,
floating in the air and in my mind,
infecting all
of desire.
How did you feel?
(Well, I hope)
She (I?) Left her message
on the strings of a black guitar,
two words only,
a sustained cry.
Too many questions
unanswered
in exchange for a ticket to light..
And I just I have
the map of your skin,
one dated February 22.
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