A gypsy soul within a nomadic mind
Found within darkness we lost
When we sold our passion at a small cafe
Then took our senses clearly in another direction.
A bit of discord met with some love
Always reaches in a bit forcefully
Like a wave rushing into the shore
With no regard for anything in its way.
There was a sense of treason while making love
As you whispered in my ear your love for me
Then all of a sudden it occurred to me
Semen is a terrible truth serum.
Fields of stars open their eyes to me
Then sing a tune to beat of my heart
When suddenly it began to rain
But I didn’t move.
Senses get lost to ‘reason’ sometimes
In moments that taste of senseless honesty
Treasures were left for one another
But we have forgotten where they were.
This time we won’t leave one another
In a cape, headed in different directions
Or wandering away from each other
Touching fingers, instead of hearts.
Josephine Ranes 
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