the ballad of Mary Magdalene

It was the night before, 
and the day after another
we were sitting bored 
when your man appeared
like a savior from the streets
he was 6’2”, wearing platform shoes
with hair down to his waist
piercing eyes so blue
they held you fast in place
I can’t remember much more 
until later that night
down at the bistro sidewalk café
when he came up to me 
as I strummed my guitar
asked if I could play
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