Smoky breath
Meets yours on the cigarette byways
Electric sound
Floats from the mike in airwaves

Sultry voice
Croons deep velvet in your ear
Whisky ice
Swirls down the brooding glass
Eyes rove
Try to find mine across the room
Keep going
Move on, babe, move on

A dame like that
Black-and-white grain and flicker
Arched brow
Red lips
Dream on, dreamer, dream on
They don’t make ‘em like this anymore

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Golden, flaky, butter crust
Peeled bramley apples
Cored, sliced, sprinkle sugar, salt
Kiss of cinnamon
Flour and lemon
Flute edges
Bake!
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Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.


In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is ******, but unbowed.


Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds and shall find me unafraid.


It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
      I am the captain of my soul.

I am going back in time
Even if it takes years or infinity combined
In my imagination, you are sitting by my side
And you smile as your strands are flying
Oh wait, let me check
When you look at me like that
Don't know what to expect
I probably still adore you, when your eyes reflect
The light from the distant sunset, hands around my neck
Wanted to protect, instead of hurting you every time
But I break when you cry rather than smile
I'm the one to spoil a surprise
It seems like you've had to greet me goodbye
Frightened by the wound though it's not too harsh
What's the point in thinking of the start
When you are at the finish line
Letting you go too soon
So, I am going back in time
Even if it takes years or infinity combined
In my imagination, you are sitting by my side
And you smile as your strands are flying