Affaire De Coeur
I was sprawled
on red leather,
the first time I was struck
in a serenity of ebony silk
and I was moving
when all affection
left the atmosphere
~~~
my clock winds
ever forward,
but out ‘there’
time holds no meaning,
(for me)
black tendrils from
night-land,
reach down
teasing my heart
from its moorings,
and relocate it
to the moon
(along with all the other
flames of night)
~~~
when I finally disembarked
the HK , and the mice
had all scampered to the attic
Ben E.King made magic
in moments
and my affaire,
with the universe
had begun
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