Poems about the Girl from the Island of Wood, poems from the dark twisting streets of Gothic Spain, poems written to be burnt...
All the tears used to set the bricks on the buildings the statues on the ramblas have seen through the corners of their eyes from the rush of the morning to the weariness upon night falling in the backstreets the warmth of stew the glow of orange stained glass windows the youthful calls of art students in second hand clothes the statues rub off the days toil and spend some of its spoils food and the lonesome entertainment of watching other people who have other people
...
I've been wanting to taste your mouth
I've been wanting to break that fast
I've been waiting for the night time to strip the day
to take the flame off my skin
and sun from my eyes
to hunt after dusk
to taste your tongue
to dance in the darkness blown in from the sea...
...
she sings to me
her songs into my ear
I held the smell of your hand with me
for the longest time
through the night
I never told you
I believed in angels
until I let them down
until I took them apart
until I broke their hearts
the rains not going to console me this time
the rains not going to save me this time
angels have swayed away
stayed away
left me for someone who might make a difference
if they saved
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