Manuela Cardiga - Guilty Pleasures and Culinary Treasures

ANDROID ARDOUR

I dreamed
That desire
Was a quiet
Lovesome thing;
Such tender fire
Promised
He to me,
Such words
Of passion
From his lips
Did sing:

"Yield to me
Let fear now sleep,
Look deep into
My eyes
Oh love
Drink deep..."

And then...
Oh then
My bruised
And lonely soul
Did weep,
Alas my joy
Was fleet,
And all
Too brief
Cause that's
When I heard
His bloody
Cell- phone
Beep.


Manuela Cardiga