Cinquieme
not to be diminished
your fifths carry me
to a realm of impossibility
where one dares to dream
far from the root
damned to a life of iniquity
octaves spun in figure eights
your eyes, demure
an opal of exchange
dying in and out
inexperience, enchantment
sated, heart
fetal by choice
fatal by chance
fated faith in dire romance
black and white
black and white
tuned,
keys just right
sung aloud
bathed in salts of earthed
tones
seduced
shadows serenade the scene
and not seen
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