Her Lovers Play.
Beatles tunes
And deep maroons
Swirl in my head.
As dancers
Under crescent moon
Twirl round my bed.
As symphony
In a sky blood red,
Starts to play.
And
As I am asking why
Stars just look the other way.
Teardrops
Never dry
Until sun is born.
And love
Will never die
But float alone
Forlorn.
She took a lancet
To my soul.
At first
I felt no pain.
Now waves of agony roll.
Her lovers play,
In which I lived a role
Faded.
With midnight train.
And now I lay
Within this room
A new today.
Another flower to bloom.
Another lovers play.
poem by Kevin East
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