Zielinska you claimed me as Jean Michel’s ghost
Stared into these eyes for the millionth time
Wandered here with bullets in the soul
Having lost my mind
I don’t want to fall in love
Amidst afterglow of modern art
Lips like mine serenading Sunday kiss
You were boy and I a girl
Precocious fourteen year old hairdo
Learning ways of ecology
Time spent watching French films
Slept for what was eternity
We were quite clever our hearts were clever
Never thought to dance
No romance but warmest embrace
Your body a bird
Disintegrating within bluest of arms
For a day I would have made love
Our thoughts hidden inside a fire alarm
But love disarmed
Love disarmed and how did we know
Saving ourselves for tomorrow
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