Dame
Jul 30, 2017 · 1 min read

I saved her.
Like me, she’s damaged.
If not for the dark purple bruise
The cuts
leading me down, my stairway to hell
her stairway to heaven
A serious love
bound to life itself
and the saving of life
even hers
and if mine
then now, I must heal
and nurse the wounds
that come , gattaca-like
leaving nothing behind
An idea of order in Key West
Blue water and tight
Gong
Through Restless Seas I Come
All of us are in the gutter
Some of us are looking up to the stars
In pain
Only Lovers
Left Alive
