Speaking French


I long
to wrap my song
around your dogma
for you to stoke
the seasoned fire
of my
slow dance.
To slurp a pale moon
and to spoon
beneath a starry sky
eyes, wide shut
sassy
young
and free.
To believe
in amour
again.
 
 

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