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Prelude
The music starts
the crowd is hushed
My anticipation
Tingles envelop
I feel flushed
There stands my fixation
Microphone pressed
by his fingers
He scans the darkened room
His gaze meets mine
slyly lingers
Recognition I assume
Racing thoughts of
him close to me
The touch of skin on skin
Is De Clerambault
reality?
Or Eros, his ancient twin?
the crowd is hushed
My anticipation
Tingles envelop
I feel flushed
There stands my fixation
Microphone pressed
by his fingers
He scans the darkened room
His gaze meets mine
slyly lingers
Recognition I assume
Racing thoughts of
him close to me
The touch of skin on skin
Is De Clerambault
reality?
Or Eros, his ancient twin?
Published 19th Sep 2018
| Edited 21st Sep 2018
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19th Sep 2018 3:12pm
19th Sep 2018 9:18pm
19th Sep 2018 5:38pm
I like this piece a lot, short and simple to the point... So was he a musician or a poet???
19th Sep 2018 9:24pm
19th Sep 2018 10:10pm
maybe we can become great poet friends... all u got to do is follow me.... I have some great pieces
19th Sep 2018 10:52pm
19th Sep 2018 11:10pm
25th Sep 2018 10:51pm
26th Sep 2018 9:54am
Mmm Taurus385, welcome to my world. I sense there is potential too, for me & you :) Perhaps we could write some verses together?
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