In the Wintergarten, Lust It's Loot
“Come here,” she said
She held the mirror up to him
He looked beyond his eyes
The sum of all within
Years that had passed by
“Come here,” he said
He held the mirror up to her
She looked beyond her smile
Windows broken shards of glass
Green bottles on the walls
Numbers blurred
Two lovers now hold hands
together they will fall
Love in the Wintergarten
In Autumn secret notes are written
red leaves fading under foot
The Kissing Loop
now planted it takes root
The wind it whispers
wet lips lush seek sacrilege together
tongues are swords of flame
that cut the burning frost
Two lost heroes
Confederate ghosts
that moan but never rush
Inside, the keys are a hidden truce
What is never spoken
is the Truth
Love is the currency
Lust, Love's bound and captured loot
(LadyLabyrinth/November 2018)
1. Lamb - "In Binary"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mp7m5-e42RE
"She loves me for the way I never leave her ... and I love her for the thousand secret ways she makes me stay".
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