a Ferris Wheel in France
How can this be
You are with me all the time,
spinning around
spinning around
in my mind
How can this be
and why?
Did I make you up,
all of the sounds
and deep breaths
knocking on my back door
into my ear
first whispers,
then shouts?
How can I keep you
from disappearing
from disappearing
again
off to Paris
leaving your other hand
on me, your lover?
Will you take me with you
some time, or another
to France
into town
on a Ferris Wheel
to dance
with me,
around?
ldn
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