the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

The Lost City of New Orleans

Dearest, I heard your darkest fears that howled on through the night
They took down all the telephones and twisted our fingers tight,
Tightly bound like the leather book that bled while in the rain.
You shook out every word you knew but the blue stayed just the same.
So I hushed your lips and broken ribs that rested on restless lungs
For every breath diminished was unfinished, groaned and done.
The darkness came in flooding like the moon between the trees,
And this love was swallowed deeply as it wept into the sea.

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