Los Angeles, I'm yours
city of ash and lost angels
we walk hand in hand
eyes forever caught in my tangles.
Our wings are eternally
tattered & torn
they float like paper-thin
sea weeds
attached to delicate branches of velvet;
oh how we were ever scorned,
for these wings will carry us no more.
sigh
yet as the sun sets in the hot
red sky, smell of summertime
against the dim city before me
I'll clasp your hand close in mine
for we have but one night,
and the entire ocean to see