high and lonesome

few epileptic thoughts plunged
through my morning quietness

i raised up my eyes, — the time
was there, watching what I'll do

and i got lost in love's grammar
with you so high and lonesome

with me barefoot in your soul
dancing bohΓ©m, a gypsy dance

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