In last night's session, you telephoned me over neighborhood telephone wires; between village roadsign arenas that penetrate county surfaces. In your young feminine voice, something steadily dripped; stirring silently. In your violet immaculate eyes, I imagined red acacias; awakening moisture of Sunday's bloom. When I arrived in casual provenance; we lingered delicately in languid pools of conversation and eloquent supplements. Your immediate family weeps eternally, for primitive folly of foreboding centuries. Billiards at high noon. Unopened whiskey bottles and coffee spoons. Elementary afternoon gardens sway and daydream; Summer evenings beside the rolling Seine. Rivers apart yet pastures away, our bodies tremble in pensive possession. My feeble arms suffice your supple body frame adequately. There are midnight stars in your jeweled pupils that cry out mercifully below mascara eyelids.
Nighttime parking lots and prescription benzo-blackouts. We thought we had it made in city alleyways behind local barber-shops. Our frail hands together resembling strip mall edifices. I came to visit you twice in the ER that night. It was Autumn and it rained like hell. In blossoming Springtime acquaintances; morning comes too soon. I sat there dead in your placid room while you slept off prior rationalizations of artificial blackbirds. We spoke when you awoke; of nocturnal sparrows, and malt liquor furnishings on fifth story project balconies. I came to save you from your abusive father, who raped and tortured you in traumatic intervals. Coming up behind him, strangling him with pulsating wrists. He lay on the floor in a residential frenzy. He never touched you again. I would have killed him if not for your neurotic brother Timmy. Thank god for Tim.
I recall when passion first escaped you. A young girl in sultry boundaries of fluorescent foyers, along stale vacated corridors. He drank beer and watched T.V. in sordid living room quarters. You lay isolated upon adolescent bedsheets. You'd hear him coming down remote hallway entrances. Through backdoor kitchen vestibules; upon linoleum floorboard surfaces. You felt your blood boil in cruel anticipation; heart racing, legs outstretched. You knew it was time again; to become a woman too soon, and you did.
Upon meeting you in outdoor patio environments; sharing appetizers in moonlit surroundings. I made you laugh; you liked me. I loved you insatiably. We made love that night among purified courtyards; where myriad laurels flourished abundantly. I remain your lover, holding the death of a young girl in my bleeding heart, and the angelic hands of a depraved matured woman in my pale fingertips.
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