Seasunsets
If you should choose
To sit by my side To hear the seaYou see in me
You can watch as I cryAt another atrocious sunset My blood
turning blueAs the horizon is stained red The artwork on the wall crumbles
As the opal that sparkles as radiantly as your Dead eye fades like the smell of petals
Disintegrating into the wind That blows away summer Fading summer and fading scents
The blood berries remain poised Resting on lips as red And a heart as blue And for every poison that drops
Like every tear falling from your eye Into your lifelines of red and blue I will watch for you Smiling at torn silk dresses
And lopped off golden tresses And remember Greek queens Watching death come Knowing that as another hero is born Her
children will die Like wrenched off rose heads Screaming in deep throated pain As their heads are torn But to be celebrated with a feast
So she gets there first and Folds them to her toga Like leaves of a tree Like closed blooming love Milk staining each white mouthHold them
close to you And hear as you sit by me Hear my heart breaking As I remember her face And our laughs And what we used to do And what we used to say

And how we used to laugh at those Who cared too much about life But I do But I care about your life Or absence of But I do And I would call you back
I would chase her back through time Follow her to her twin’s days And believe that you could handle What you said you couldn’t handle
And I would watch you toast to your last drink Toast your last dance You christened with beauty as You twirled ‘mongst the petals
Strewn on the cemented tiles Cemented to life like you weren’t Then I would save you And stop you Catch the wineglass as it fell
From poisoned fingers And catch your life as it slowly slipped Slipped out of your mouth To drown on the floor in the
Spilt wine like spilt blood Finally being cemented Being stained forever into the Eternity of concrete
So I will love you I will love her So you can hear my heart break Shatter inside my chest
If you dare come close enough And I will love you Until your head turns into
stone Resting on a pillow of grass With flowers in a jar
That keep dying Why don’t flowers live in
graveyards?