Fine Line
Night falls pulling at my heart strings
like the notes of a tragic love song
sung with that familiar 13 bar blues riff
emotions hit on the up beat
rather than on the down
flip side quick ride
never leaves me lonely
but in this place of spaces in between
where silence is seductive
I wait to hear from you
a slight touch
or whisper
in the night
something that can keep me
from walking a fine line
to the very edge
that once was more of a life style
than just a thrill…
© 2009 Trilby Yates
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