August memories

Here, on this couch I am visited by august memories Of you: lying here, on this couch Crooning, a well tuned stringed Instrument, plucked skillfully Your voice comes to me In a whisper: are you still inside me? I shiver. I am back to an earlier time When you take me in fully, all night…

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Nebula

Boy meets girl And tequila The roof is lit on fire He lies down and counts The stars. She lies down And counts the stars too He starts at Orion and walks Backwards, meets her at Pleiades. Together they form a nebula A constellation of comets Burning brightly But for a moment.

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