Poetry · Writing

jukebox

love makes you do crazy things

spending everything for a second

she has me in the alley selling pennies

playing quarters with nickles

sitting on first after a triple

just for this dance:

and we will lock eyes as our paths join

fingers sway to the music all through your loin

oh me oh my your fragrance floats on by

smelling from my eye your beauty teaches me how to fly

and when the wind stops and your hair falls down your cheek

my lips fall into yours decomposing my knees oh so heavenly weak

and after a quarter

the song will end

to find another quarter

will be my long life quest

to dance again

my lovely empress

 

 

 

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