CIRCLE

CIRCLE

you play music for
me and dance exquisitely

think I’m in Heaven
but then you tell
me more wil
cost money

but the artist in me
ths penniless one
in thrall of yout beauty
will
   let himself
get suckered, of Viking
ancestry I have heard
but here

so defenceless
    watching as she departs
to lay preach her salvation
far and wide, to
expand her
circle

leaving me to whisper:
in another life
in another life