just tonight can we stare at the lamp lights
gleaming on the surface of the puddles in the street
tonight ange triste will you stand still
so as to peer upon your waifly silhouette
without it floating from my bandaged hands
can i be your Paul and place my ear atop your heart
and etch in little kisses i love you on the
renegade palpitations there about
tonight no wine no smokes no laughing hard
no sucker punches no living the life no mosher pits
no altered minds
just a little silence with you ange betwixt my arms
instead of me amidst your legs
you don’t always have to run away scared little bird
pecker and picker of my nerves and priestess of my vacuumed
universe
one time before i leave and i lose you to the vampires
words less spoken 
Wow! Profound, intriguing and compelling. This piece is one where reading it few times generates more intrigue. Brilliant writing and thank you for joining in. 😉
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Thank you much Eugenia ✌❤
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Spellbind! and brilliant poetic write. 🙂
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Thanks Charlie!
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You’re very welcome my friend. 🙂
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Always love strolling through your wonderful written gardens.
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your words honor me, Mr. Caimbeul. Thanks so much for reading my work. 🙂
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