She is on the “stage” of this alley venue
playing a guitar tuned in the key of memories and love

Cherished, sweet demulcent chords
not unlike lover sighs under sheets
white as clouds in cyan skies

This is the part where she’s honeyed her regrets
Where memories and tattoos remind her
that her heart’s freedom was purchased at a cost

Mellisonant chord progressions permeating the walls
filling the plaster and cheap paneling with sweet regrets

She has given herself over to the music
and we are with her in that place beyond safe return

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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