Swagazine #2

untitled  by Amarantheus
she smiled at me and said she was a natural beauty flipped green-tinted hair
     back over her shoulder with the subtle violence of a schoolgirl the scent
     of jasmine filled the air and she looked up to the sky and said it looks
     like rain

she spoke in puzzles swore she was hendrix incarnate she had never played
     guitar toyed with shredded cutoff jeans and the idea of quoting something
     from the doors trying to keep my mind off tomorrow she said whatever that
     means

she took me inside when the sky clouded over walked upstairs into the gritty
     twilight just for a cup of wine she said undressed in the corner a pale
     free city spirit held down by daisy chains she moved like the silence of
     falling rain and lit a candle by the window

psychedelic visions turned dark in the night falling like lost angels into
     my mind drowning me in indigo sunlight and the poison of her butterfly
     touch i enveloped myself in her in the rolling glitter of the darkening
     sprawl and covered us in the velvet folds of my hidden fears

my blood was broken glass through my heart and my soul could feel only the
     light of the one flickering candle burning like her kiss in the night
     struggling to give its heat to the macabre shadows on the wall dancing in
     ecstasy as i tasted her i tasted pain i cried out for nothingness to take
     us in and all that answered was the pattering of the rain on the dirty
     windows

smell of incense lingered in the sheets i watched the candle undulating like
     an ancient dancer turning her skin to warmth with its anxious light i
     watched her sleeping naked bodies intertwined and shaking with imagined
     cold looking into darkness i felt the silence of the city and pulled her
     closer to my breast

the candle flickered out trying in vain to run from suicide its spirit
     drifted up in fragrant smoke left one last ember smoldering in its futility
     one last passionate struggle and it died too leaving the warm shadows to
     the chill of the streetlight

i awoke to gray morning tears running down my face the nightmare still fresh
     in my mind nothing to keep me from drowning in the void of my own heart
     frightened and alone i reached for her grasping for the comfort in the
     delicate pain of her touch and found only cold and sterile daylight

i stood outside as night fell again eyes closed in the downpour i felt her
     footsteps with every drop i begged forgiveness from the bloodstained sky a
     lost soul under the carnival neon of the boulevard tears mingled with
     water as i felt the sting of her kiss and her moonlight skin as she touched
     me and whispered her name


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