Songs On Wind Poem by Kris Rozz

Songs On Wind

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It's the kind of night where
you hear the ghost songs
of a lonely saxophone drift.

Where stained-glass lovers
dare to whisper a language
seldom spoken.

Their mouths full of opium words and ocean foam,
trading ink and light for skin and bone.

Rozz © 2004

Saturday, May 9, 2009
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