Dancing Arrows
There was a time of love beneath plantation trees,
A time where I was young and beautiful and quite attached
to the woman in the mirror,
In fact I was doing just fine carrying her skin,
Her leather-like skin breathing heavily beneath the Nevada sun,
And there he was….
Then came the certain boy who smelled of rain, and faith, and pine trees,
And we danced the night away with bare feet and our rhythm was rigid,
For we were dancing arrows in the night,
and we stood there…
Attempting to escape the iron shells forever covering our metallic bodies.
I thought my life would end when he went away,
And I watched my lover steal the 30 year promise which held so closely
to my skin.
And I watched him pour fuel across streets before Paris ignited,
I savored each cough as my lungs ate up the smoke and ash,
I could feel him there....
Yes, I could feel him through the smoke.
Goodbye Perry, goodbye Johnny,
Goodbye to all,
In fact, goodbye to me, who danced with Paul.
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