The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink


feel me/read me/follow me

“Eine Kleine Nachtmusik”

… to set the mood, for me and you
so we can dream of sparkly stars
while we dance under a supermoon…

… to help me pour the wine without
my shaking hands, I’ll ease into my lace black dress and throw my book elsewhere

… to calm my nerves so that I play the right song, to give Vienna a
smile, hugging myself, I’ll sip a
glass of port before I take a dive into the night

… to gain the audacity to say Guten tag and Mein name ist…,
to lay a rose on Mozart’s grave
thorns-and-all with bleeding red petals… to help me kiss the wind…

written: February 1, 2013


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