Ramona Revised
To know would be too easy for us.
Crying is often spoken too soon;
below the skin of anguish
lies the flesh of infinite
release.
The streets of this town
cut you and bring you into
a dark world of bleeding.
I won’t be here when I’m gone, darling.
Softness persuades me
to move
like grapes on a vine;
if only I could drink
of that wine once again.
Escape simply isn’t
something that’s there
when your face and your hair
imprint on my mind your
motions.
Your language isn’t pretty
but the way you speak is sublime,
so why are you buried
under all that steaming mire?
You can drag me
from arbor to harbor
and still not know
who it is
you’re kissing.
