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you ragged unkempt diamond
sparkle through your rusted rough-hewn history
you who washed all your wounds with salt water
and arrogance
diverting your tears into bravado
and now when you cry
it is not quite foreign but something
not entirely predicated on comfort
like an unusual rhythm
in a familiar song
like an unidentifiable smell
in your bedroom
you wicked darling
you misaligned goddess
smile on me and stare
stare
unrelentingly stare
for when you blink
i disappear
when you sleep
i hold my breath
and listen for your dreams
to tell me something i need to know
when you awake
i will be your medicine
and i will breathe once again
with you
you dissonant angel
you silent pink riot
sing with me
harmonize my dead flag blues
and we will find patriotism
for an unknown nation
we will dance thoroughly
on our unpaved history
and we will rally round
the treble clef of survival
and celebrate
and you will sing away the dark echoes
as we whirl and fly
through our most important colors
and our crayons will ignore all lines
copyright 2012
David
McIntire |
