Another Name  

The sound of my feeling.
A Latin blues woman
chanting her lovers name
in the dark.

Gasping for free air.
Curls in his hair.
Under the sky
so full of future.

Time after, sun appears
and disagrees slightly
to remind her that
god himself just gave up.

Know what you have
before it is gone.
This game somehow
intrigues me.

© 2006  Monika Ptak