Your voice hums in my heart.
New York passes, so does my art-
To the moment we start
To the moment we part…
In the west, I hear your vow.
In the east, where are you now?
Are you holier-than-thou?
Than my love somehow…
I shall find
Your face behind
Streamlined
Colors of my mind
Dressed by the sand,
You stand.
Fed from the ocean’s hand,
You understand…
Bathed in the sun,
One-on-one
Our love begun,
We were in it for the long run.
Naked as can be-
Our tears swam alongside destiny.
Now, nothing’s left more to see-
Except loneliness, my great poverty
And the glee of hearts-free
…whoopee
But, I can see and others agree
There was nothing wrong with me…
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