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Azure.

For privacy's sake
I can't describe this girl
but you all know me by now
I only trip and stumble
for the
deadly ones.

I first talked to her
by that wrought iron
gate
and thought nothing of it
but she answered back
with those big ---- eyes
of hers
and I was sold

Granted,
I was a lonely old man
looking for anything
that would look at me
that way

Those were eyes that still had
a bit of Love
inside
Still had that power
to
overcome
anything
or make
an old man
go
insane.

Somehow
she took a liking to me
and set those ---- eyes
on me
and, come to think of
it
I don't really know
how it started

oh, I remember…

It was the night before my
28th
birthday
and I was drinking alone
waiting for midnight to
stroll along
and
there's something cold
and
deadly
about a man
alone
on his birthday hour

So,
she was there
through text message
and it warmed me up
and made me laugh
and
it
almost
gave me
hope.

It was my birthday celebration
the next day
and she finally
showed up
and I was drunk
on Whiskey and Beer and Four Lokos
and I don't remember much
but I remember I held her hand
and I remember my heart
skipping
and I remember
remembering
something
that I used to
believe in.

Well,
sometime later
I was dressed up and
looking damn good
and, hell, so was she
and she takes me to the back room
and lands those lips on me
and this time I remember it all,
her hand cupping my jaw line
and up around my back
my hands being stupid and surprised,
my brain telling them to grab hold,
'round the back of her neck, round her waist
to the small of her back
those lips, those teeth, that tongue
the Breath of Life being given to me
and she leaves
and I let her
and I think of Love
and if I was dreaming

And I tell some
close
friends
that this girl could
be something
special,
this young, and vibrant thing
full of Life,
with a touch of darkness
in the soul
and me,
with Madness
bubbling to the surface
everywhere

Well,
some things happened
and I gave her a gift
and we tried a date or two,
but the young ones
are only drawn to
the elaborate and young
bragging bulls and peacocks
with no substance
underneath the
piercings and ink,
and I'm an old wolf
that keeps his bluebird
in its cage

So,
these passing sparks
sputtered off
as most things do,
and I latched the lock
on my bluebirds cage
and reassured him
"some other time,
old friend."
Posted 04/22/13
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