Things lost sometimes return in one's omagination
The bones in the closet make strange noises. Tuneful melodies of hidden places, Where Passions of long lost loves embrace in silent dancing. Rhapsody and rapture together, Like sirens in the night. Pleasure in blackness singing to me. Holding me. Carressing me with silent rhythyms Of harmonies And innocence gone. Joining. Trembling. Two stepping to heaven. A romance in black. My deepest love.
What stayed with you?
A line that lingered, a feeling, a disagreement. Great comments are as valuable as the original piece.