two souls converse
under the sparkling lights of the universe
strumming heart strings in flat chords
open e memories and sharp words
listening in disharmony
to a symphony of mysteries
like a drought takes the water to a lower level
she likes instruments of fine fettle
her words are a threatening smile
the kind that linger while lost in guile
one look at me and her mouth turns down
pulled under water until i drown
anywhere other than this metal for me
run for the relative safety of trees
if this is so precious it better not be
her love
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