Even as the blabbering ivory fingers
releases the rhythmic pulses of passion
stressing soulful melodies
of bygone one night stands
my pulse still reaches for that one song
that scatters my imagination into the void
of waiting for your electric touch.
I too will wait for you in Rockland.
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© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
Even as the blabbering ivory fingers
releases the rhythmic pulses of passion
stressing soulful melodies
of bygone one night stands
my pulse still reaches for that one song
that scatters my imagination into the void
of waiting for your electric touch.
I too will wait for you in Rockland.
Author Notes
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© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
