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Author: Octello
Fiction Rated: T - English - Romance/Drama - Reviews: 2 - Published: 09-19-09 - Updated: 09-19-09 - Complete - id:2722226

A/N: Assigned to write a sestina in AP Liturature. Result: this.


I was lost in the dim, dark lights of the city

Dreaming of her legs and breasts and eyes

Of white, tender, warm, blue

She’s sweet and listens, is poetic and kind

Our exes in my head and in her letters: gone

So we took a good look around, and locked arms


I thought about Russia, when weapons called themselves arms

When you carried those guns in the dead Winter City

I couldn’t think long, though, being so far gone

Spending endless hours in hotel rooms, looking at her eyes

She spoke someone else’s poem, saying she had been that kind

And my eyes were the color of her bruises: blue


Like the sky in the West or every common person’s soul: blue

Linked in a dangerous dance by thin and weak arms

Trying desperately to remember the words that seem kind

Ashamed to say I lost it all to the city

Hoping desperately that she would just get lost in my eyes

And that we wouldn’t have to know that our innocence was gone


I wanted so badly to just get in a car and get gone

To move out of the smothering air that was sickly grey and blue

That was reflecting in the hobo’s glassy eyes

And the gangster’s killing machine arms

And the whole dirty, hungry city

To move to a place that was like her, that knew more of her kind


The sort that was calm and still and kind

The kind that hadn’t quite gone

Who knew who I was, why I longed and ran from the city

And why my days were mostly red, but sometimes blue

Who would let themselves lay still in my arms

And look endlessly into my eyes


In certain lights, at certain times, I can see myself in her eyes

And I know that I could be her kind

That she can feel safe and sweet in my arms

And that she knows I’m hers even when I’m gone

So far lost in the green and the blue

That my mind can’t even see the city


I’ve been so longing to look into those eyes, but I’ve been, for a long time, gone

Away from the people who can be kind, trapped in my own moods of blue

But soon I’ll have her in my arms, and I’ll kiss her in the lights of the city



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