Template for Love

She was born on the run
You’re bound to your chair
She sleeps on the moon
While you just lie awake
The age in her eyes
Drains when she opens her mouth
Her children are grown
She beckons you home
Like a lover you left
In the mess of a moonlit bed
Softly she slips
Through the cracks
In your room
Like the night
The ghost light
A thin wind
Your blood spins
For her skin 

There’s a thorn in your shoe
She’s got wings on her feet 
And she sings in tune
While you lose the note
The dreams that have died
Are alive in the lines of her face
And they turn you on
But she’s nobody’s song
She’s nobody’s muse
To be used for a line or two
Heavy the weight
Of the hope
That you hold
For bad love
That old drunk
A rare find
Your blood wild
For her mind

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