Poetry: Poem by Paul-Victor Winters
Eva Braun, let’s twist again,
like we did last summer,
before you left me for that man,
like we did last year. Damn
your little moustached fellow. Lady,
take me back. Under the Boardwalk,
down by the sea. The season is fading.
All I want to do is talk
to you again, Eva Braun,
feed you cotton candy as though
it were still summer and nothing was wrong.
It’s not jealousy. I know
he’ll do you wrong, bring you to harm.
Eva Braun, fall into my arms.
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