Illusion
Illusion
Don´t mention the moon, but it looks
like a rocking chair made gold platted
by lovers restless hands and dreams.
Park benches soft as duvet when you
hold around her not trying to blow
cigarette smoke in her hair.
Moonlight has made her face forgiving,
you know she has been married twice
and has two grown up children.
Yet you love her tonight
while the moon paints her hair golden.
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