I remember the way your Sitar felt,
Glowing red hair against your beat,
Eyes green- you told the story,
We kept out lips close to the ceiling,
Laying against your stomach,
Waves of home forgotten,
Elapsed sounds of the hour,
Spoken through notes of music,
Smoking the air,
Bottle cracked bottom,
The air was nice-we inhaled,
Do you remember? well?
Ghosts of the skin blush in your beauty,
The Sitar has fallen,
Alone you exited the horizon,
My heart I kept broken.
