Nights of Shame

                                                                                    

Clovers dance in springtime charms as the wind whispers her name into a perfumed sentence time stamped against the beloved, painted sunrise as your eyes meet the point where tears breathe with your lungs.

Smokescreens rise the tears out of every pore as her hair whisks your face in fleeting memories as her scent sings you a song that you don't want to sing, as the whole damn thing burns in your arrogance. 

The final chapter closes on the night you stood on that ladder the pinnacle of everything you planned to be in the solace of future failure that looms like draped sleeping children you will never have softly in their innocence. 

Also you remember the endless summers carefully pieced together with sutured laughter folded onto one another on the street named desire as you dissolve in trying to take that first step into the rest of your life. Her face painted as gas pumps from road-trips you have taken drowning in your disintegration, sparing the weight of this moment walking down avenues into eternity. 

Rhythms blur in the haze of fermentation out here as the feelings swoon into one big moment ticked off as the words are written down into a faithful rendition as we are here then we move on. Newspaper wraps up our hearts and expectations as we bury them in the back yard, as we move hoping someone will dig them up in decades to tell us the truth as the popular ideas think we will be ghosts. But I know that I will have moved on, but you will always drown in the back sear of your arrogance timestamped as you cling to your yellow dresses, and part time lovers as no sea will end your lowest lows. Bending one knee as I let you sleep in happiness of this memory.