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Is that You?
uninvited, unforeseen...
how am I now replaying the same scene
over and over again
reliving this
endless
loop of confusion
The restaurant air was filled with your meaningless babble.
stories of past lovers but nothing present
as I sat in front of you - waiting to be seen.
You smelled of orange blossoms
Forbidden.
did your hand burn?
Your lips should have singed off as they grazed mine
a concert hall filled with musicians and admirers alike
I will never forget that night.
Melodies of bliss were slowly drowned out by your presence.
Such long dark hair -sucking the sound out from around me
those cat eyes piercing through reality.
suffocated in confusion.
It is you
Published 24th Jan 2025
| Edited 25th Jan 2025
Author's Note
complete and utter babble on an old memory that brought on so many emotions.
Tonight is very interesting, but I will return for another spill into the foam.
♫ ♪ ♬
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJjDskJ0O5A
Tonight is very interesting, but I will return for another spill into the foam.
♫ ♪ ♬
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJjDskJ0O5A
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25th Jan 2025 00:21am
If one night from fifteen years ago across from a force of nature inspires offerings like this into the foam, here's to more dark enchantment in your future.
