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all I want is a twilight under the stars strung on a pole
fire on my tongue fire in my throat fire in my bones
when the city lights twinkle on i’ll be happy and drink them in when blurred cars move soundlessly across smooth broad ways the wind will weave
my hair back into my skin and yours
warm orange will seep into our souls with mountains afire and the forest only a breath away
the rug will scratch my skin when we move or talk or sit in voices bouncing, sparkling, river-bright
across the pink washed sky across the broad silent road across the buildings with cardboard-cutout-menwomenchildren walking across glowing window panes
we’ll have found peace on a rock that bleeds
drunk god from a torn red cup
we’ll have sweated those soft sounds you make when you think you’re in love and the watch strikes three
we’ll have known realities, known them all, and found them nestled comfortably in our skin
and we’ll have found a place for our mere giant selves under this confused dumb comforting sky
all I want is a story to tell myself on the lonely days when I’m convinced the pastel is unreachable and the tears have formed a noose around my throat and i need the warmth of long-treasured dreams trickling down my throat to remind myself
i live
ART
This poem was written by the medusa creeping behind the scenes of C’est la vie (me. That’s me.) The art was created by the lovely Subarna.
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