With love, Selene
Endymion lie still
with dreams of passing moons
after the sun sinks below the skyline
and you lay your weary head down
close your eyes for good my love
as I guide you across the sky
Goddess and man can be immortal
growing our love from each visit
into beings with angel wings
in this eternal sleep forever dark
lost in moonlight.
Tracing lines
With fire held between his teeth
and smoke filling the air
choking the lungs of those
who watched him so curiously
His greased black hair shone in the sun
like a freshly waxed classic car
and his voice revved like an engine
making the girls swoon around him
He held their grasping fingers in his
but they couldn’t hold onto him for long
they chased him down as often as they could
his converse had more holes than it did canvas
His colorful tattoos he always held his palms over
as if he couldn't hold them in place for much longer
he ran his fingers over the lines slowly
tracing those old stories again.
Make It Two
He flitted across the room
in a drunken ballet
plucking cash from his wallet
buying beers for strangers
who gave him a second
to start up a conversation
he knew the layout
and he knew the usuals
who always accepted his gifts
until he noticed the man in the back
alone in the last booth
he sailed over to the man
and asked for a seat
the man pulled a large bill out
and asked the bartender
to make it two.
Half smoked cigarettes
I try to pick up after you
but I always find a crumbled carton
of your half smoked cigarettes
left for me to deal with
those rocks I tell you to kick
always backfire to my front porch
while I flick the rest of your
half smoked cigarettes
into the fire each night
I guess if I want something gone
I have to deal with it alone.
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