We smoke in remembrance
lay you to rest
broken hearts beat in present time
she's not the siren i expected
can't remember why i was jealous
no wonder you never wanted us to meet
we would see the barb in between
now i swim in sea green eyes
dive to where her bruised soul
touches mine
we lick each others' wounds
heal beneath the green cotton sheets
in that tiny apartment on King Street.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
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