She whispered to me
that "we all dream with the phases of the moon."
Her half skeleton face gleaming in the neon green light
bouncing off the swamp of fallen stars.
Her jaw moved faster than her words
and then suddenly not at all.

We glanced at the falling leaves
and held hands bone to bone in the Autumn chill.
The skin from my knees began to peel down to my ankles,and
you're reassuring glance let me know this was to be expected.

Walking backwards our bones shaking fiercly in the greenlight,
the skin flying in front of us leaves a trail to where we
had come from.

Gleaming white and sanded skeletons we now stand nervous pretty dolls.
Hovering atop our sunken graves.
Let the wind lock our now broken jaws and take this dying leap of faith with me
my sweet.

The dunce funeral boy never wrote the names on our tombstones.

So may we remain Anonymously in love for eternity.

10/19/2009

Posted on 10/19/2009
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