In and Out

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.