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Lonley Sax
Your soul,
is the liquid, languid tune,
sensuosly played,
by a lonley saxaphone,
dipping in and out of minor chords,
and diminished melodies.
Your blackberry eyes,
are sweet and bitter,
yet lull me to sleep like a sunset.
Your breath,
is the carosel wind,
that teases my balance,
and plays with my fate.
An ocean stained my cheek,
but your vanilla kiss,
revives my childhood faith.
I love you,
with the passion
put to use in old griefs
of candle flames
and roses.
You are the jailer of my dreams.