Scattered dreams of walking the streets of New Orleans
The beauty of the moon guiding our way
sculptures of angels stand watch at the gates
working on breaking free from being bound within stone for eternity
Finding ourselves surrounded by stone and marble sarcophaguses
The two living and thriving infamous lovers we are..
Feeling, Breathing, Embracing one another..
Our flesh plump
covering our many bones
Warm blood pumping through veins
Two extremely restless spirts
Surrounded by energy
While we leave smirks on the many corpses faces
although the ones at rest are filled with envy
also enthraled by the beauty
of our hearts beating 6 feet above
Making passionate love
between their graves
They anticipate to welcome us back
They keep all of our many secretes
locked behind black iron cemetery gates
Poem Written
By Rachel Dawn
© 2007 RachelDawn
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