Colorblind Immortals

Monochromatic skyscrapers held me prisoner
in a city of half-raven men and angels with boyish grins;
carnival sweets and baseball tosses vivid in their irises.
Here the woodland pixies shed their peridot robes for a
taste of urban lust, as if they'd been deprived for centuries.
It's funny and scary at the same time..

I wanted hope drenched in whiskey and sonnets,
mismatched puzzle pieces and friendship scars;
an escape from the tragedy of secret suburban life.
It was in this state that I found my answer,
standing in the smoky shadows of a club on Marigold Drive.

With firework highlights in his hair and limbs dove white
and sinewy like the bastard dream of an artist,
the angel of temptation leaned against a bloodstained wall.
He murmured in a failing tone, "I know you want to dance.
Come here, boy."
And as quick as a wink, I was captive in his arms,
my heart flush against his naked chest and it was
like a scorching tattoo of emotions;
all the things you wished you'd said a year ago
and last minute hickeys on your neck;
everything we miss out on when we're miserable.

But he didn't care if I had morals or not,
just took my lips and drank in my past;
long and cool, candy-slow.
Pushing me down on a cedar seat in
a room with a shattered window,
he asked me what I wanted and
I looked up at his unregretful stare.
"Anything you can inject me with," I said.
"Just as long as it swallows me whole."
One side of his mouth turned up like
he was expecting this but I didn't mind
because he was there for me and every
creature too afraid to admit
who they really were,
who they loved dearly.

After licking a glossy trail
over my phantom ribs and sandpaper stomach,
the disgraced boy brought his lips close to my ear.
"What are you really looking for, little bird?"
he insisted, knowing I'd been lying before.
I whispered, "A starry harbor I can leap off."