Gypsies and Sandworms

drop your mask, my love
let the music fill your body
the rhythm and sweeping melodies become your blood

think not of the dead men left behind
those who screamed for a love they’d never see again

just dance
feel the chords move down your arms
the drum beats become your steps

don’t lose focus, little girl
or you will surely fall
and the ground will swallow you whole
dress and bells and all


inochisurushi

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  • HarlequinHarpy
    HarlequinHarpyalmost 3 years ago

    Useless comment ahoy!
    I keep reading “Gypsies and Sandwiches.”
    And I want a sandwich.