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Amadeus
Sleep well, be rested
For this is the eve of summer
The season of sweat in sweltering heat
I know your memory
Holds no place for me
But mine does you
No heart-chambers, to be sure
But I remember
Salted seas and oceans
Split the land asunder
And our consciousnesses
Forever unable to connect
But I remember
How laughter spilled like wine
'Cross lips like citrus
So sweet I longed to taste
Yet so sour a sweet I dared not savour
You were the devil of desire
On the stage you stole the scene
You thief, you Hood of the High
A sensual innocent
Stings my soul to sing
An opera, ending as all else
A tragic melodrama of unfulfillment
And so in summer
A season of sweat
You returned to your home
And I to my unspeakable personal spectacle
'Twas my destiny
And yours
And nothing more
