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.