The beats have whispered there’s nothing to fear
Perhaps there won’t be encores, only a song for a memory
Do you still have a stereo or a Walkman at least
To travel to where innocence touched an apple at its ripest
When it wasn’t yet time to go forth and leave The Garden

(how did these eyes learn to seduce an audience
with nothing to look at but dizzy and aging spotlights
masking strangers who watch her writhe and twist for applause
a sudden spark from the princess crowned with thorns
spreading her legs in the most of graces and stretch of bones)

We’ll search for that record in that classic cassette tape
The instant seek bar can’t go back to the pain
Turning pencils like rewinders clockwise like always
Listen again and again and again until it jams and breaks
She was a little girl who tiptoed to dance
She was a little girl who held the world once

(c) 2012
Vivien Marie Lopez

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