Old Gypsy Souls

travels, songs and scars along the way

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One Black Wing

can I really just simply behold you?
a lover from forgotten times
so far removed from the here and now
but here you are, now.


a wavering halo makes you dance
mine exists no more
if only i had your strength
that makes me so strong


in your breath from a shared pillow
sweat from flesh and afternoon
dogs raising hell into a cloudless sky
fucking hell, I could die right now


as the sheet slips away
curves a man could kill himself on
reflecting your labyrinth soul
and heart(beating)and mind


like you were born to do
my time is done for now
nothing will become of us
but a broken halo and a black wing

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