
Perfume
Twirling maybe
Lights dimmed past visionary state
Sparks,
My rough hand extended
pulls you close and frightens me
Entwined in your attention
My breathing stops in time
With a pounding that makes my monkey blood
Thirsty for your laughing eyes.
My hand encircles your small wrist
I can’t remove it though you
Pull and turn and dance,
My arm up and down in time with your circled steps
The rest of me frozen afraid to turn
for a dream once vanished never will return.
Stay in my present always
Mystify my cares
Perfume my long lost fear with flight.
- Athens, 2003 erik_satie_rollerblading
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