It ain’t over
he said; she’s just humming
What’s been happening
to our world when
all the world’s a stage
in a state of confused
dialogue
Who can hear the echo
of the star-crossed lovers
matching the tattoo
of their beating hearts
Plagued with dirty dances
and sensual,
more often than not,
racy scenes of love
and lust
that surrounded us
Ultimately consumed by love
under the Pont des Arts,
that pedestrian bridge
that crosses the River Seine,
where I placed my perfume bottle
above all others
left by countless lovers
We’d touched like stars
through the distance
through the darkness
both shining
both already
dead
before the song ended
© Dying Stars — Killing Romeo and Juliet
Mimi Wolske
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