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Casbah |
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Lynx New Member
since 1999-08-08
Posts 3Monterey, TN USA |
(Inspired by an old film with Charles Boyer Resolved in my mind with words rather than paint Due to my failure to finish the painting Because of an acquaintance seductively lounging In my studio, causing me to err, irreparably in acrylics) Old Turk fortress, then a rebel's haven Safe until she lured me into the streets A cell of my own making Full of secret passageways And rooms of the unlawful With tempting outer exits Where handcuffs or bullets Wait to greet my freedom I was fine; just planning my next move Until she incidentally came in For some excitement from the other side The beginning of the end Started when my eyes met hers All my satisfaction disappeared I was trapped in her aura When she left, part of me left with her And never returned I roamed the Casbah's long halls And rooms of undesirables To try to forget my half empty heart She returned and left, too many times kidnapping pieces of my mind With conversations and casual touch When the whim would strike She would come again Then leave me longing for her return She hasn't returned like I knew she would Tomorrow I will find my death or her |
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