A faraway voice singing
about eyes like jewels and pleasure
with no limits
and it’s one more cup before you go
I stare at the cup- I have been that cup,
the last hurrah, a lost little bird
looking for a pillow for my hair
but one more cup and you’re gone
The music is plain but makes me
wild inside,
a flame settling where my heart should be
and maybe I’ll have a cup too
Whatever spirit we seem to share
has no age or season,
a love without reason
and you set the cup down and are gone
The Word Rummager 
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