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Ballroom Dancing
I never learned how to let you lead, but you take me, across the floor, across the world, with each tepid, tempted touch of your hand. I lead you astray, but you’re still the one, taking us across the floor, across those lines, with every touch, I go from mine, to yours, to mine, again.…
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Where We Came From
I still hear you, crawling from your music box, fresh on the floor, always on my mind. I tried to find you, in him, but you can’t find love, in a man you just tolerate. I holler at the moon, silently, my eyes leak, loud, as I sing our song, at the window sill, waiting…
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Planting Roses
No bars to break, but here I am, surrounded by searching space, a prisoner, encased in ivy, that I have imagined, grew side by side, with the roses we planted. I never knew my charge, but I was sentenced to be sped, back to the real world, on several delayed trains, with barely…
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Mi Alma
You and I, by the church, holding hands, listening to Cindy Scott, in sweet silence, that didn’t frighten or bore me. That’s when I knew, as the night wrapped her arms around us, the sun fast asleep, behind the tall trees of the square, your hand, still holding mine, trembled and teased me, and my…
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Parma Violet Prince
Opium, under my skin, soaked into my soul, slightly sweet, supernaturally seductive. My parma violet prince, on the air, my mind, my lips, nestled in my neediest nights, when I creep down the stair case, sniffing and sighing, like a mad woman. You are my affliction, addiction, obsession, conviction. I am handcuffed to heaven,…
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