NaPoWriMo - 4.5.13 - Five

Swedish Sphinx: The Wikipedia of Garboism - Cento Poetry

Flesh and the Devil...
     worlds turned on her movements.
Her instinct, her mastery
  over the machine
      was pure witchcraft.

Gimme a whiskey, 
    ginger ale on the side, 
         and don't be stingy, baby.

Industry standard,
   my heart will break
         under her.

This time I rise...
         and fall...alone.
I never look ahead. 
         By next spring
I shall probably be...
                  quite alone.

Time leaves traces
on our small faces and bodies. 
     It's not the same anymore, 
            being able to pull it off.

I never said, 'I want to be alone'; 
      I only said, 'I want to be let alone'
             There is a world of difference.

In a few days, it will be the anniversary 
  of the sorrow that never leaves me, 
that will never leave me 
             for the rest of my life.

We cannot help our nature, 
             as God has created it.
But I have always thought 
             you and I belonged together.