Neck cricked back and
out the door, ready to strike.
Confirming unhinged sins
with heart string chords
in Eb major. Satisfaction
stole my breathe as
you acknowledged I was on fire.
Credits rolling, tight
like eyelids.
Shotty articulation left me slightly
confused, but bewildered all the same.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
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