Nightsong
written by: Anna Colominas
i lightly caress
the tip
of that mike
as if I was
about to sing
your yet unwritten
silent
s
o
l
o
instrument naked—
my voice
about to tickle
your well-versed skin
and enticingly
bite on your
unsuspecting
earlobe
a mascara tear
drops
and blurs
the mirrored image of
our
i
m
a
g
i
n
e
d
coexistence
the one that will never
be read aloud—
same as my solo
will never ever get sung
it was
your one and only
a capella kiss
yet that night
you chose
not to
l
i
s
t
e
n
to my naked
notes
that bleeding
nightsong
Barcelona-based amateur poet & writer. I have an interest in art, travel, languages, philosophy, dogs, and dog-eared books. I adore playing with words and exploring the immensely creative potential of free verse.
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