Her Melancholy

I read her melancholy

Now and then,

Words that made you

Want to hold her tightly,

Climb inside

And spin,

Spin,

Spin,

Ride that woman

Like the midnight wind

That shakes the drapes

The very window panes,

I read the haunting

Loneliness in her lines,

Lines that left you wanting

To spend hours

Looking into her eyes

To see what movie

Played,

Over,

And over,

And over again.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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