Belgrade Nights

a cup of dark thick amber
slides down my throat
rich walnut brandy
home made cure
sure to give a smile
to wry lips
a laugh
walk through familiar streets
old city, city of night
dark past, sudden color
sound, light
of the discothèque
movement of the senses
to a different beat
moving through us
under the repartee
the easy musings
reconnected in the dim
smoke rich night
the Sava draws us to her bank
stroll by her shore
in and out of shadows
coffee, thick night
hidden wonders
of your home,
your center
Beograd, oh Beograd
find me a way home

July 25, 2006 12:28am


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