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* Oh! Sweet nothing
 1
 
 
Her legs against mine—
 2
Skinny dipping in cool Caribbean water
 3
Standing still as the breakers fall upon us
 4
As we—
 5
The sole players on this carasoul
 6
Grasp each other as if the tide will run off with our souls
 7
 
 
Under a smiling peach moon
 8
The blessing—
 9
Our moment of reverie and repose
 10
 
 
How the icy shivers of the waters of our skin
 11
Rise and fall like the waves, we bathe
 12
In salty water set free
 13
As rising undulations obscure that glimmering oracle
 14
For a moment of weightless bliss,
 15
Then back again in its sight
 16
 
 
Our baptism—
 17
 
 
Émigrés of the last remnant of hope,
 18
Deserters of an army of martial law,
 19
 
 
We escape—
 20
 
 
Cross the border to our Mexican sanctuary
 21
Our shrine to the last sacrament, this profane divinity.
 22
The last bastion—our lust of a life hidden
 23
 
 
We take our communion of Oxycontin and Absinthe.
 24
And pray to our angels of mercy,
 25
Too begotten of wraiths of exile,
 26
Sharing in their teary eyes of a joy known to no other
 27
 
 
Lying upon our naked bed,
 28
Shivering bodies kept warm by the heat of blood and flesh
 29
We sleep to tempid pulsations through once atrophic veins
 30
 
 
The rose petals, our morning glory
 31
Brings answered prays of a new day
 32
 
 
A bare mattress, a milk crate nightstand
 33
Still the glass doors left open
 34
As our sheets dance, drying in the ocean’s bellows
 35
 
 
The glory—
 36
 
 
We alone enrapture ourselves
 37
In the soft morning glow of porcelain curves  
 38
Gentle brush of hair—my eyes close
 39
I support the nape of her neck as a newborn’s,
 40
The small of her back , my savior—
 41
 
 
Morning showers of a desperate hotel,
 42
Lukewarm hints of rebirth each morning,
 43
Brings a heavy smile, annihilating the pangs of withdrawals
 44
As my eyes open in frigid water of the sink.
 45
 
 
A gaze in the mirror, lost in my own eyes—
 46
Sustenance for the day ahead, as I’m assured by the God within
 47
 
 
Life will appear again in the night—
 48
 
 
After a mid-morning run to the farmacia,
 49
We may return to that glimpse of virginity
 50
 
 
Only after it is sold each day for fifty dollars and a ride back to our lotuses.
 51

16 Apr 08

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magnifique!
 — unknown

i do think people through the concept of soul around to much
 — newslang5

"mandalay, i remember..."
 — joey

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