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 rainshe 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
meansshe 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 windowpsychedelic 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 fearsmy 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
windowssmell 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 breastthe 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 streetlighti 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 daylighti 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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