A melancholy melody
from an old Sinatra movie
Reminds me of you
While always at the back I hear
time’s winged chariot
Crashing/
right on cue
The Tarot card is clear
Take control of your life
Silly old girl
It could be true
Mind folded on mind
Bare bodies and
Hot
Summer afternoons
Melting
the sweet forbidden fruit
Silly old me
Utterly disarmed am I
My warrior costume frays
I cannot stay
This is not the time
I missed my last chance
This Tango is not ours to dance
Now I see
We must have been
lovers
In some other life
With some other you &
Some other me
Forever
entangled and entranced
Please write more poems, Monika!
Beautiful; thank you, Monika :)