she spoke tangerine to me
lips painted a shade too light for the mysteries.
that seep from them. like smoke rings
and the soft songs that she.ever.
so delicately sings.
her voice a cancer- and she's a cigarette that begs.
to be lit. screaming: dying has never been so [beautiful]
and .god.
[I love her passion]
but she hates the way the sky looks.
when the stars play hide and seek- and we sing.
maybe death has always been this beautiful
tragedy just paints it rue.
titian promises- she speaks coral
and bittersweet doesn't define her eyes.
as they speak what we fight to put to words.
she ignites me.
the stars are flickering. I'm breathless.
© 2006 Jon Rodgers
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