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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