Virginia
We sat on the porch of your best friends apartment
Passing the time with cigarettes and conversation
You sat on my lap in a proclamation of ownership
Never once questioning the rings in our swollen lips
Inhaling your breath like a cold, autumn wind
Marloburo reds and your darkness within
Despite all the secrets; spilling from me
You bought every line your heart would believe
Heroically spoken like words on a pyre
I needed you more, for curves to admire
Raspy alto tones in fallacies of the day
The ring of your voice; an angel's decay
The goddess within died a little more that night
Tight lips billowed smoke of suburban delight
The heat of the pyre fed the fire inside
A ghost was exposed, with nowhere to hide
I wanted to sway like your hips in the wind
Those cold, autumn nights, and my darkness within
Two agents of chaos in the coldest of nights
Beginning in earnest the march of my plight
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