And she spoke again
after that long hauled silence
with her honey dripped voice
sweeping me off my feet
into a state of desirousness

I was exultant,
in an ecstatic stature,
floating in some puffy cloud
way above the cerulean skies

I wrote ballads,
danced with rejoice
sang in blithe
screamed until the voice disappeared

Alas! my happiness was short lived,
for she managed to vanish again
into oblivion
assuming a state of quietude
for reasons best known to her
and despite experiencing it
a zillion time before
I was fooled again,
damn this miscreant heart

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