There's a bridge
there's a pond
there's a sunset:
that's all we want.

Pour me some coffee
in your night gown
your soft city dress
foreign fragrances,
perfumes - Tamara!

Your tablecloth
crushes my soul
as I lay to sleep
on an old bruised sofa.

Same house, same key.

I embrace you
as I tremble,
as a man should.
Like and old string
I sing
these songs for thee.

A stunning vision
has appalled me.

Last night you said
you missed the nights
when I took you dancin'
under the same moon.

Well, baby… I miss 'em too.

You said: "Do you see?"
Honey, but didn't I see?
I see you're gone away:
and there's no more me.

-T.M.™