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Friday 5 September 2014

DEATHLESS PASSION, ZOMBIE FASHION

We shuffle
On numb feet
To the tum-tum beat
Of the zombie drum;

To the sweet hum
Of that old song
Of the Voodoo man
Who done us wrong;

We are old
And not so spry,
So the rules
Of sudden passion
No longer apply...

I won't sigh
Or swoon,
You won't
Sweep me
Off my feet,
But maybe
In the sweet
Slick aftermath
Of love,
The moment
We once missed
Will arrive;
We will taste
The salt
On each others
Tongues.

We taste
The salt
And come
Alive.


MC

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