I may accidently pose like a tree and ponder thoughts of you
I may paint your face with a mask of blue
I may come to love you in a moment of truth
What is it exactly that pulls me towards you? her to him? him to her?
A dragging staggering crystal staff across three cities
A wall, a bridge, a golden cart , a spinning wheel
Spinning
Buttons of flounder that once kept her dress tight
Now gushing florin across the city night
Words never dreamt of, crushed by the hoof of a goat’s foot
The lust for nothing but the mere sight of you.
I may come to love you in a moment of truth
What is it exactly that pulls me towards you? her to him? him to her?
A dragging staggering crystal staff across three cities
A wall, a bridge, a golden cart , a spinning wheel
Spinning
Buttons of flounder that once kept her dress tight
Now gushing florin across the city night
Words never dreamt of, crushed by the hoof of a goat’s foot
The lust for nothing but the mere sight of you.
© sonia esposito
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