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White and blue strike the entrance
Of a hole in the wall
Acoustics hum with a slight buzz over the costumers
The amiability brings redolence of lemon and onions
Guitarists grin at a treasure
Stumbling in a circle
Swaying with the rhythms in her head
A toddler’s jumpy dance
Just a little slower
And little more graceful
Than the rhythm of the music
Flaming spires leap up from the kitchen
Cheers erupt
Over cinnamon pasta and garlic potatoes
Complacent and full
Doused in blue and sweet nothings
My sweetheart smiles
The sky erupts in divine rays
Cheesy and biblical in their massiveness
Still it leaves me unglued
A mess in my own skin, sand in a sieve
Slips through my fingers and all is scattered
I am undone
But unharmed
Varied aurora takes turns illuminating the room
Indonesian carpets and Thai sculptures blaze green
Humid air sits wet and muggy
Cheap stage lights heat the room
It’s a low-lit jazz club
Another hole in the wall
Where the door is a strange color
And the regulars are darker than the alley entrance
A sultry and rough voice spins me with my sweetheart
Slow and haunting on the blazing green carpet
The sand sits pleasantly in my palette
Content and warm is the heart that sits on my sleeve
Bright like the spires that leap from the kitchen
Disarming like the rays above the car
Stirring like the gaze of the eyes
That look into mine
I am undone
But unharmed
Of a hole in the wall
Acoustics hum with a slight buzz over the costumers
The amiability brings redolence of lemon and onions
Guitarists grin at a treasure
Stumbling in a circle
Swaying with the rhythms in her head
A toddler’s jumpy dance
Just a little slower
And little more graceful
Than the rhythm of the music
Flaming spires leap up from the kitchen
Cheers erupt
Over cinnamon pasta and garlic potatoes
Complacent and full
Doused in blue and sweet nothings
My sweetheart smiles
The sky erupts in divine rays
Cheesy and biblical in their massiveness
Still it leaves me unglued
A mess in my own skin, sand in a sieve
Slips through my fingers and all is scattered
I am undone
But unharmed
Varied aurora takes turns illuminating the room
Indonesian carpets and Thai sculptures blaze green
Humid air sits wet and muggy
Cheap stage lights heat the room
It’s a low-lit jazz club
Another hole in the wall
Where the door is a strange color
And the regulars are darker than the alley entrance
A sultry and rough voice spins me with my sweetheart
Slow and haunting on the blazing green carpet
The sand sits pleasantly in my palette
Content and warm is the heart that sits on my sleeve
Bright like the spires that leap from the kitchen
Disarming like the rays above the car
Stirring like the gaze of the eyes
That look into mine
I am undone
But unharmed