for Juliette

the love I felt for you

waned as my lust waned

 

looking at you standing naked

at the sunlight window

throwing baguette crumbs

to feed the pigeons

(sometimes that squirrel)

 

I want to tell you

it's all gone stale

but you are singing

a soft song from

your home in the Auvergne

 

walking to the bed

coquettish like Delilah

offering your self for love

and my mouth is stopped

◄ thoughts of Joanna

I only have eyes for you ►

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