Two years have passed
since the sky was on fire
in a park of shattered stars.
But like a kite in the wind
you come floating back into
the wide-open chapel of my heart–
You’re just a British schoolboy
in a dark little room,
with lipstick stains
all over your mouth,
disarming me with talk
of the wicked ways of the world.
& you like the taste of the lipstick,
You like the taste of the lipstick,
you say,
& that’s when I know;
when it comes flooding back.
I worry about you dear,
I say to the empty night,
I worry about you &
I worry about what I become
when I’m around you–
This howling, desperate girl
so afraid to let go;
to release the ghost of those
quivering gunshots
from memory.
Well, summer has other plans for us;
fog on the mirrors and you gracing my homeland
(or maybe just the land I once called a home)
We are frenetic with passion
like a top spinning at the edge of a table /
building castles in our minds like we’re living a fable.
We are electric with the heat;
&you’re blue, babe,
a shade I cannot reach.
Always the writer, always the romantic,
you say,
But I don’t know any other way to be
& I have tried, I have tried so hard,
to lock my words away.
I’m so sorry
I cannot be a silent friend.
I can share myself cinematically
and draw parallels to a momentary divinity;
mind, body and heart forming a seductive trinity–
But I remember at the end of the day,
that I made a promise to myself–
& if I must keep it,
the rose garden that I am
will tint black with heartbreak once more.
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