Sorcery

It was a smoke thick room
with a long bar reflecting stars
a neon moon hung drunk on her back
a long time past
since she struck a cord

Drenched in a stench
of sweating leather and alchemy
the rusty nail boiled through her
when about to burst right open
they did collide

Too late now to conceal your wings
in a glance they receded
amethyst - slumped on your elbows
beauty held in your hands
we had touched before
through a space in between

I remember you my love


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