It’s a hearted tale of years long
yore..
When the couches sang & smelled in thoughts of
your;
Of a lady & in her un-relinquishing smile..
A beat would croon and gyrate me where-I’d never know!
Shouldered like a crippled, in the walk of its
pleasure,
Every daze, every rayed beat was where a cradle..
The sigh of a sleeping soul, the metamorphic her dreams like made
in gold,
In superman my vigil, the only life was my for her to
skittle.
Where each song had a reason, in the grooves & its
treason..
I have been captive since, in the requiem of then a vision.
Dusted an old cedar, the love still where grows ..
'Love me like a cheap wine, uncork me & and then
throw..'
Trifles of bespectacled, in bouts of lousy few visions,
'Your talk & smile, still haunt of never having gone'.
In sketched a paint, in the darkened a rain,
Misplaced where a trust, the corpse & the drug.
Kisses bound in the perfect touch, pressed noses & dreamy
twirls,
In the known & in its passage, wherever it had to go..
Maybe a smile would seep, parade out while you dream tonight,
Wheeze a light year atop its broom, find a house & drop in
besides,
Ring me to the chimes, I will at least sleep in your thoughts
nice.
Pray me, revel for me a sight- the kill or at least a benignly
life ! !
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