nightwaltz in red

TW: mentions of blood, death, and weapons, implied violence, and figurative drunkenness

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our feet skip across the asphalt 

a rhythm for two 

going down a country road

don’t quite remember where we came from 

don’t know where we’re going to 

neither do you 

 

black swans, clumsy waltzers

this universe is our ballroom

muddied black clothes are new haute couture 

your bare hands are solid in mine

both ours slick with some man’s blood, maroon

sharing that color         into crimson         may i bloom

 

the siren symphony faded away

we devise our own opus

screaming at the spinning black sky 

celestial bodies scraping across it in a drone

a melody ugly to all but us

in the song is you and in you i trust

 

the midnight world is a mirage that shifts in strange ways

and i got intoxicated with that vision 

and maybe i’m a little scared

 

maybe we did something and

a man is dead and

i don’t know when i dropped the knife and

my gloves aren’t in my jacket pocket and

we’re lost and 

staggering like drunkards and

the siren symphony is too close behind and

the moon isn’t the only glowing light and the blood isn’t the only shining red 

 

maybe this is our last day here on this earth but

through the haze i know:

we will never die

we are eternal

burning our insignia on the asphalt tonight

eighth wonder of the world

 

yeah

maybe i’m a little scared that i’ll be dead by sunrise and

maybe i’m a little scared that that doesn’t scare me because

 

        your laughter tickles my ear

        caresses me like a humid july breeze

        you say you love me and

        we dance faster down the lane and

                I’ve never felt this alive.