Nightsong, poetry written by Anna Colominas at Spillwords.com
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Nightsong

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

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