a frail sun emerging
fragile from the night
shielded behind
the plane trees,
recuperating

a solitary
in the chill shadows
and scissor cut light

my party sore
naked feet wearily
slapping down
the inner city
dead moth
silence of
the streets

nothing stirs
i’m so….alone

then i hear
cast gentle
yearningly
touchy tingly zing
evocative shots of ecstasy
again and again and again
clutching my heart
squeezed tight
in an agony
of longing
intensity

musicmymusicmymusic

oh sentient being
who plays my music
come out from your shadowy terrace
show yourself let me see
who you are
arouse me
sorcerer