The lady's voice
Stays in my mind
Strong, helpless
It's a weeping child
In an empty room
Thrashing about
She tears at my soul
with her song of passion
-my passion, my world
in my mind she cries
I can't let go, she draws me in
On a rope of desire
And now I must stay
In a world of her sound

by Curlethia Y. Sykes Swanigan in dedication to Billie Holliday

Copyright 2006 © Curlethia Y. Sykes Swanigan

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