Breathe... lips pressed to a smile - shattered,
over the rise and fall of bare chests,
sang in the hungered weaving of foreign tongues,
mangled vibrations of an inked kiss
calligraph lies in epics of silenced moans ;
tangoed to the moon- beneath footprints
bleeding the rhythms of hips- poetic motions; off tune.
Yet, still I linger hymns of fantasy,
Juli-art tip-toes around broken beats;
dipped in shadows and slow dancing
with a mere figment of my imagination
refusing to accept the two left feet
of a drunken Eden.
Dance halls, etched in only me;
tripping steps over painted sins
of your acid lyrics- remixing my dreams.
But, I always clung to the original,
feeling like the quickened versions
never really blended the essence of the song.
Spirits ricocheting repetitions of inebriated promises
off caverns of fire, liquefied in tears- returned
empty through fading passions.
In these unrequited raptures;
I'm feeling less like a whisper...
and more like an echo......
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My favorite story in mythology. but yeah, that is where the ending came from. 