I sing the words
between the lines
the lyrics yours
the music mine
somehow, the beat
is out of time
and we can't dance
to the initial rhyme
someone cuts
as the tempo climbs
the wine not sweet
from the bitter vines
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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