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| Spanish guitar, by Bogdan Zagan at http://tinyurl.com/bwbzg8h |
"The ways of the heart
lead only to you
your charcoal eyes
steal the light of the moon
my heart knows no other
my heart knows no other
the ways of my heart
lead only to you"
He holds the guitar
like he holded, once, her body
pulling her strings
a jasmin perfumed memory
her lips
her eyes
he holds the guitar
like he holded her body
shoulders, a slender waist,
thighs
and a rose resting between her naked breasts
a time long forgoten
a dream of love
his solitude dances with every chord
striking a note
and then another
forming the curves of her in stars
how much he wants her still
her perfume slips through his fingers
a shadow of black hair upon his chest
and the longing gets deeper and deeper
every night
he holds the guitar like, once, he holded her body
and the longing gets deeper and deeper
every night
he holds the guitar like, once, he holded her body
he strikes a note
and then another
on and on in the painful fandango
under the Andalusian moon
