She needs him
like the flute needs air
the right amount
to flow between
lips pressed
in anticipation of music.
In that music
she will find her childhood
lost virginity
to a man she can’t stand
words of a song
she used to sing
to a lover
she doesn't love anymore
afterwards
she will carry him back
like an old boat,
a man from the sea,
and one by one
she will drop the flowers
for long she has worn
on her raven hair.
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