Drawn
caught between sundown and sunset
two shadows wound as one
tangled sheets , doors unlocked
toiling for the faceless, loveless
whose fate was not to speak
for every solitary figure
gathering blankets for warmth
against the winter's night
for the countless silhouettes
painted on Macys vacant walls
for every heartbreak that cracked our skin
for every lost smile
fallen thru the cracks
thru the seasons, and birth of each graying hair
for every child, whose face displayed a tale
and the confused
whose rules cannot be broke
for the lonesome lovers
whose embrace under these frigid nights
cannot be broke
so i'm preaching for
the two aching ones
clinging to each other
under midnights purple cape
suspended between past and promise
under a curtain
fallen from too personal a tale
eyes moist , nurtured
where words
are shipwrecked vessels
floating aimlessly overhead
two echo emotion
trapped beneath heavy quilts
anchored within each other's arms
and soft flesh
whose wounds thought
would go unnursed
under the security
of thunder and lightning
two lay splayed
across the broken sheets
content
previously misplaced
among other faces
maybe for each person
whose promise
escaped them
this painting breathes
Copyright © Chris Falvey | Year Posted 2012
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