Bourbon Street

where the moon is…

1 min lectură·3 mai 2008

Mediu

Only the noise of my steps,

falling in the mist of the night,

shy under the petals of the Universe

Moon is the female hunting

the lions in a desert of peace

Fingers stealing the notes from a song

found in the dark of Bourbon Street

The pale light above my see-through back

shines the heart beating, in the blood of the sound,

born from a rose and a guitar

I dance with the stars, I sing with the wind,

I step where the track follows

the instinct;

I jump to the moon in a vibration of

my own body, drawn in the smoke

from the sand of my feet –

for her smooth face poisoning my sight

will cry a tear of passion to swallow

…while there’s Moon over Bourbon Street!!!

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Marius Surleac. “Bourbon Street.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/marius-surleac/poezie/1781271/bourbon-street

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