Cigarette lingers

delivering a smoky kiss

to her thorax

Like the winter’s sun

mystery shadows on alpine

innocence will fade.

He’d sit next to her

Like the gypsy’s rendition,

she’d become younger.

His voice is her salt

caramel mixed with charm

hopeful till the end

She is an Iglo

His heart now her vortex

lonely nights no more

He took her hand in his

He sang an age long lullaby

longer than she’d care for.

Flickers of belle âme

First movie her eyes allowed her see

a ballet of sorts

In another time

They could be perfect strangers

Perhaps another millennium.

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