In the gloom of the stone living room
the oil lamps
disclosed their veiled light
of dawn faded stars...
Feminine shoulders
gathered lightness
from the mirrors
Poisoned-tipped words
sought out
an immature heart
Standing beside the piano
the adolescent
a moon fragment
with wounds for eyes and mouth,
smiled
Expert professional eyes
forged ahead meanwhile
in their illicit hunt.
Woman and man...
Woman and man...
Woman and man...
Their whisperings spread
like fungus
in damp jungles
The lone adolescent
stroked the toy bear
adorning the piano
Against his breast now,
the yellow faded bear
wounded, with wool's
roughness
the abondoned pathways
of the heart
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