Listening, losing, loving

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She sits nimbly watching pixels flash
where digits of the cosmos dance
through speakers playing Debussy
while frisson sparkles through her skin
entranced at love’s pure ecstasy
and loss

Could all these homosexual affairs
with drunken, swirling crying eyes
be that which brought her here
from him to them to they to her
a love so lost that birds can’t sing
just cry

She does acupuncture on her soul
with each love lost unto the world
and so some eastern healing sage
makes plain her sullen, complex gaze
to change what once was straight
to bent

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