oh, love,
what have they done to you?
oh, my love.
If you will close your eyes,
I'll paint my face, I'll rinse my hair
in the color of the cinnamon you sprinkled
on the eggs we ate in bed at (what was it)
three o'clock in the morning.
I'll bare my back, get a tattoo
in the shape of the curve of your hand
when you held mine when it rained.
And how it rained then,
how we loved that rain and lived for the
space in between the waterdrops.
How we drowned, like chickens,
our heads thrown up at the bruised clouds
no sense, no sense at all
to go inside.
oh, love,
what have they done to you?
oh, my love.
If you will turn your face to me again,
I'll wear that dress, I'll fix those shoes
that we broke running down Main Street
six o'clock in the evening, late again
for that certain broadway play.
I'll scrub the stains out of the t-shirt
that we ruined in that icecream fight
when you squirted that chocolate in my hair
and how sweet it was then.
How we loved that sugar and lived for the
rush inbetween the grains of crystal.
How we burned out, like junkies,
our arms filled with needle bruises, the
injections, injections of each other
at high dose.
oh, love,
what have they done to you?
oh, my love.
If you will remember the colors of my voice,
I'll strip it all away, expose the negatives
blossoming into those fragmented pictures
of your face, that stranger's face, all they
left me to identify the loss.
I'll stand in the street, climb up on a car
and wave my hands as stars falling,
falling onto your eyes that once were mine
and how we burned.
How we loved that burning and lived for the
frozen spaces between the flames.
How we fell to ash, like meteors,
no sense of balance, no sense at all
to stay in the sky.
How strange we are now, to one another,
once broken on the ground.
Oh, my love.
Oh, my love.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
This was inspired by a fragment of a song I heard, although it's not song fic per se. Be forewarned, my Muse is probably a bit rusty. Ok, so maybe a LOT rusty. But you have to get warmed up somehow, even if it's junk.