I wear my mini black stress
and stroll through my heat-waved alleys.
No need to beware.
There’s no danger of touch around.
The moon casts highlights of illusion
on my darkened skin.
Beauty cannot be silenced.
My high-heeled woes echo on the walls
And I pretend to belong without music. Or want.
Don’t let me slip into something more comfortable.
I may ask for more…
Wishfully-thought projections
On undeserving masqueraded souls.
In the distance,
Two-hearted pioneers sang
A mesmerizing lullaby.
For two.
With no good intention.
…
A sudden thump inside
and the moon breaks in two.
*ακούγεται το "no quarter" των led zeppelin. τέταρτα, μισά, ολόκληρα και πάλι διάσπαση κι απο την αρχή...
