fallen.
he was hot enough to light my fire,
a sleezey downtown dreamer
faithful in his quest to explore my darkness.
he said, "baby, were gonna dazzle these nights dead... were gonna make the stars wish that they could,
for one moment, radiate as bright as our glittering hearts. our lives are magick, just believe in me.."
i looked up at him, wide eyed intoxicated-
a chill going up my spine, nervous and debating
not sure if i was ready for this -
moonbeams, candle light, our gloved fingers lingering too close to one another
oh, these pathways of light and dark
lit up only by the decay of the city
as if he could read my mind, eyes to eyes, lips to lips, he smiled softly,
whispers to me, "its the way you wear it, in your eyes.. i can see you." his breath leaves behind shadows.
i look down. uneasy. not ready.
"hush now darling, sweetie, we are ready. put your hand in mine. i wont let go. are you ready now?"
there were no other voices, just our own.
swollowed up whole on a dark abandoned street.
his hand clasps mine tighter, a sqeeze.
i pause. heart racing. words form in my head like beads on a string. my eyelashes are frozen. i look up at the skyline, the buildings, towering over me, that i walk past every day, waiting for them to crumble. i become tangled in my visions,telling myself, i must have courage to explore, these dark parts of my imagination. i must dance with these ghosts of mine, dance covered in feathers and dressed with pearls.
i feel a newness in me, tender, evergrowing, changing...
i feel his gaze. those eyes.
i am reborn.