Julia

A breeze between the ruins, lifts me through the night, is this all it takes to love, then the hearing corrects, silent as an Arctic Skite, other times a roaring cataract, we wrap ourselves in blue, under fear of dying, doves in orange trees coo, sooth a city's muffled excess, a snuffled dry crying, more than another mess, how different this pale room, scene of nowhere lousy fights, fire raging trying to sooth, in other bars twilight tunes, she bites me, i ask her why, her lips are like Neptune, she looks me in the eye.