Lin West (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} artificalapple) wrote,@ 2009-06-08 19:28:00 |
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| Current music: | Tom Waits |
| Entry tags: | poetry |
That night
JUNE 8TH
It felt like the end of everything (how naive of us)
when the bleached police lights backlit your boy-boned frame.
There were only three of them,
but words strung like singing diamonds
across your lips.
And I wasn't sure if such beauty was born of this stress,
your cloudy green-eyed intensity (only a flicker in the dark), or
backseat ecstasy.
I took them from you, with nothing in return but
the hope that I would return them.
