heroism and chocolate barsThe playground looks broken in December's plastic moonlight.heroism and chocolate bars by ~autumn-spirit
The basketballs have turned to orange ghosts on the court
and the purple clouds above
resemble one-eyed teddy bears, smoking cigars.
You hold my hand between zombie oak trees and
stutter through a Michael Jackson song.
"Ben, the two of us.." you whisper,
then press your lips against mine.
It's surreal but I swallow your laughter
and stick my hand inside your jacket,
making you gasp as I trace your shy muscles.
Boy, I want to scare off all the bad
memories that still linger in this park;
the jump ropes and games of hangman.
But you say, "Let's go"and we turn
towards your neighbor
city lights in your eyesThere were no goodbyes scrawled on the bed frame,city lights in your eyes by ~autumn-spirit
no apologies painted on the floor with tea and chalk.
Those words didn't exist in your vocabulary, lover,
because you weren't supposed to feel anything.
But then I came along with my searching blue
eyes and demanding lips and you couldn't
just get rid of me like all the rest, no..
The seductive rain hit the windows with
an angry hand and made the sky shrivel up
like vanilla skin and we stripped off our
clothes under a cluster of police lights,
strawberry red and turquoise fear.
You kissed my mouth like a Sadie
Hawkins type of deal and trailed
your fingers through my tousled hair.
Brian's ReligionGlamorous walls, distorted fairy tale,Brian's Religion by ~autumn-spirit
reflect lips, muscles through glass.
"Sunshine," he murmurs,
stroking my chest.
"Love's an urban legend,
but you're still addictive."
Save the Last DanceLeaning against a faded lamppost,Save the Last Dance by ~autumn-spirit
you were like an unchained lyric
from that song "Forever Young",
lips the color of bruised cherries
and frozen baby blues like pirate jewelry.
Covered in dirt and glitter from the club,
you were terrified and I was curious.
Regrets have never been a problem for me.
I grew up around people who didn't care
and it made me the worst one of all.
But your gunmetal irises took me in
like a challenge, and hurting you,
I knew would be easy, yet unforgivable.
With copper-toned arms around your form,
you moved away from me, then spun right
back and whispered coyly, "Give me a ride home."
And outside, the fortuneteller