Her subtle lean left
accentuates the curve
of her waist - reminds
me of the curve of a street
in Rome where – I falll
in love with time
that moved so slowly –
The movement in the song
she plays for me turns
towards me, - The air
is a scented moment
of bed linens, lilacs,
leather, wood, ***
soil - where memories
are instantaneous –
Everything is memory –
Everything has taken place – I am
in the middle of a Matinee
that I have never seen
before, but remember
so fondly. I am here now.
I easily could have been anywhere else.
Apr 23, 2024
Apr 23, 2024 at 3:34 PM UTC
Her subtle lean left
accentuates the curve
of her waist - reminds
me of the curve of a street
in Rome where – I falll
in love with time
that moved so slowly –
The movement in the song
she plays for me turns
towards me, - The air
is a scented moment
of bed linens, lilacs,
leather, wood, ***
soil - where memories
are instantaneous –
Everything is memory –
Everything has taken place – I am
in the middle of a Matinee
that I have never seen
before, but remember
so fondly. I am here now.
I easily could have been anywhere else.
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