A round face drawn
blindly, lucrative lips puckered north, nose twitched facing east
Auburn wavy hair
sitting on loose shoulders, little points for the noble, wrists tied in
bracelets
Of loves lasting
tenure, off and gone, blown away by the gale winds, the saviors sea went south
farther then we bothered to grasp. We
lapsed for air, lapped up warm milk, hair touching floorboards, resting silk on
chairs.
We laid prone, back
towards archways depicting gothic architecture, My body was a nomenclature to
these passengers
My aura be the
divine, the line between luxury and the sublime. Nirvana speaks profoundly through the
whispers, it feels loud, it echoes through the ribbed vault, we were halted by
the floating eyes. The tap shoes on the
stairs, the stares fell from every direction, A stare for a Fare, My fair lady
oh chuckles under luminescent. The
candle light hide our posture, the flickering shadows left an impression. Dancing and darting, One spin Two sips. Kisses began to multiply under a sanction,
our plague was steadily locked up. We
gripped for a moment, fingers grasping on to sweat, slid from each other, never
have we met. Taken to the street, I
can't see I can't weep, the stone below me is the coldest I've felt in
weeks. My garment tucked under my elbow,
socks falling for the carnivores, The muscles I burnt felt like open sores
Nothing to remember,
loose tales to pass down to foes that asked me questions, Peons I don't know, I
depose the matter was luscious, I attest to the lower half, I felt love in an
instant, I felt sorrow in a flash. The
other ladies look through me, the stories shown a light, was something behind
me, was it her, was it my might. I
looked through the market, the distance I have travelled, the days became
corners, the months became battles. I
wandered looking through windows, glare held me back, Going to church, the scene of the crime, paid
for my sins, prayed on my whims I felt pain through my limbs. Crouched over, knees bent, listening to a
sermon murmuring about our goals and our purpose. One lonely soul flickered, fluttered through
the air, the smell I can not forget, lilacs in her hair memories are just as
honest senses begin to focus, open bloody open, I look for the woman but all I
see is the sea. All I hear are the waves
and all I taste is the salt in the back of my throat trying to sink, trying to
dry me out, my moisture being shucked like oysters. I holster up enough energy
to leave this wretched cathedral behind.
I grab a row boat, a sack, and a bit of the old sun shine. I head down to
the sea, the one that has never been empty, and I feel a rush none of these
bystanders could stomach, I jump in and push off. Love was found at the bottom, the one across
the horizon.
