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Jazz Ghosts

The leopard runs
through the city

the night reveals some of its claws

my soul remembers a corner
where gamblers dealt bullets

and you dance
like a rebel wife
in your private chamber

in that dark space
the only light
comes from your spine

the leopard gets tired
clawing at the walls
in vengeance

where sleeps the man
who stole his skin?

your skin shakes love and moon
the gambler’s wound
awakens to your dance

...in a corner of the city
a war breaks
on which way the winds blow…

the leopard leaps in through a window
and prepares for kill.

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For different reasons, I love these three verses:

in that dark space
the only light
comes from your spine

the leopard gets tired
clawing at the walls
in vengeance

where sleeps the man
who stole his skin?

~ Lizzy