Tuesday, April 27, 2010

acapulco street blues

The sun is sinking,
restlessness swallows me whole.

Memories of temptations
become the distractions
that carry me along
as I try and get lost to all
and everything,
except the moon.

I reach the spot
that may have once been house or home
but is now a field
where the weary rest their bones.
Where you and I
collided under star light
becoming lost in a motionless world
where we promised to keep
our love,
our guilt,
well concealed.

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