Blue Eyes

a distant flickering like looking through curtains to see the flame of a candle I could hear her a woman’s voice rising and falling with passion in a harmonious round with the falling rain the pitter pats and scat calling out with the blues dragging her mouth across the streets steaming with streams of backed-up sewers her lips gathering glass and gravel she took it in and this bilge billowed forth with the blues a heavy sound that was laden with the burden of an unrequited life rising and falling she carried me too through the story and I rode with her my heart careening and crashing full speed into crystal and china chipping and cracking and splintering gathering under my fingernails and glittering in my hair my face dripping from my tears cried as I hear her lament the rising and falling of the curtains blowing in the breeze and the rain was poured from rusty buckets of her blues and she sings to me so sweet like succulent splooge that seeps from me and I lie on the floor soaked and tattered just because we looked into each others' eyes.