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on the nights
the immortal girls
their
andromeda hips
are
blowing dusted sunlight out of
angelic *****
and pursing cherry red
****** vagrant lips
i want to be
the first and
the last
sealing the faultline
of devotion
with your
unrequited thoughts
said aloud from your cigarette mouth
while  
all
the other lonely girls
at
the second chance ballet
dance inside the smokeclouds stack
share their lipstick
and
blush

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blind and black andromeda drops her skirt
and
around her waist she drapes the coldest dirt
when the pink pearl parade is nearing
don't ask, for long forgotten what was told her
monarch and viceroy we age (but don't get any older)
2 dark lovers sleeping in a midnight clearing

overland their dreams they glide of a lower shaded tint
darkness over top of light white chocolate eggs and mint
linen kitten sheets under branches lined of frost
the surface tower rises by a shower sky of cream
silhouetted hours joined discreetly at the seam
riding overnight trains so as not to wake the lost

the cauldron of a moment seen after a lifetime's purge
parallel hips that light a smile never to converge
"she smells like nina simone with a humid voice like ether
pastel lips, renaissance legs and august sunset *******..."
a second to align our love before the blackened water crests
nobody, nobody, nobody knows the depths that lie beneath her

this fairground love ends in blessed rapture flame
the terminal separation that God has given name
of a strawberry village girl isolated and honey tressed
whose severed fingers have guided paths anew
when she could have left she decided not to
but bound her deserter's hands behind love's holy breast

now the violet sands cover our tracks then shift
returning to a landscape's nightly spiral drift
that was the night everything changed
the hunted left the hunting grounds
the silence longed to find a sound
the equinox flowers lay rearranged

afloat in the starlight flares
ghost tied and eyeless
pin ***** black iris
in your navy hair

paper blossom and white thunder
your older sister and i
harvest vineyard sky
on our knees the dirt of wonder

the glass shot
and the icicle flower
corroded by the hours
and those who are not

the american dream:
a wistful wanna-be broadway star
dancing dewy-eyed through the streets of
streets
streets of
the street of -
PLANE CRASH
a white picket fence
meatloaf
on the table
in a magazine
the magazine
of a gun
a gun
on the table
locked behind
white picket
white pick
white
picket -
PICKET LINES
how to succeed in business
without entirely lying
american dream
the americans
scream
we want our
american dream
the tv screen
sold us
to walmart
one american dream,
please
american team
all american boys
the boys and girls club of
one nation
under
shallow water
american dream
it is what it seems
americans
dream
dreams
breaking seams
that hold us together
americans dream
americans die
only americans
allowed to dream
only americans
waste it

I had told you
in the field of grass
when dragonflies hovered by
not to break my heart and never to
cease this moment in which passed
an eternity lasted under the sky
i dont know, what forever meant
anymore

But all i asked was not to break
my heart, and myself
but you broke both in precision
its better to be burnt
alive and at stake
and to feel a little less
tried to save a girl,
from all her nightmares
but it hurt instead

Waiting to fall out of love?
You already  have
its me who pain you gave
who's afraid to love again