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