His Songbook? Spell-Book’s Page

Resonating, plucked strings call the Heart

Broken key halts the tune

Of lost lovers and discordant thoughts

Lingering. Bane and Boon.

Arpeggio learned from unknown worlds

A part, parcel, package

From the loved and lost, his song unfurls

His Songbook? Spell-book’s page.

From afar, Her hips flicked fire and heat

Suffocate, choking breath

Burning for release. Her rose? He reached

Blistering, no relief.

The Stars above sang a mournful tune

Less of love, more of need

Fullness and fog, His heart, Her fire blooms

This night. Each joined, yet freed.


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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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