Old Times

Red dress,
Spiky shoes
Walking over your heart
Times past
Times future
Are here
In our arms
As we swirl
We weave
Create the future that was
Once more
With feeling
——i———-
Give me
Another glass
Half full
With hope
And lips
from another era
Full of drunken dreams
Give me what was
In you a love
Unfulfilled
A heart
Not mended
Soothe me
With long ago
Sounds of silence and lust
Still burning
—-ii——–
No matter what
I can go home
The one I have
The shack
The villa
The den of love
The sanctuary
I have one
Without judgement
Just a bed
Worn sheets
And comfortable emptiness
Await
—-iii—-

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