The lights from the orange brick city malls crawling
Catwalk, thin lines breaking the ice of first conversations and dead air
Floating like fine mist and smoke over mudshakes and vodka breathing—
Sighing empty heat into the night devoid of silent gasps engraved in Cuervo salt
That the other girls used to wear in parties and in bars
Always lost, always found and gone forever into the whitened canvasses
Drowned in acid erasers and melting tears
Fading into melancholic Coltrane




…But…






I still dance to your words that drip like songs
And forgotten rings from your lips, moving softly
As clouds part in the sea of cobalt cracked by broken stars falling,
Diving into that famed oblivion in the sky—
Waiting always for the sun to melt away


…flooding…
…gushing…





Into the rain—


…


Praying for dawn’s proverbial stay.

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