The forthright destruction of civility.
When we can't believe is when we start to.
The light finds it's way through the fractured cracks, and we know that we always knew.
Come one night, the North Star will be all there is to guide us.
It will point and shimmer on the things inside us.
The duplicitous heat will be more to handle than one million candles shining a path on antiquity...from start to finish, we'll stand accessible to infinity.
On the roof of the Plaza del Toro we'll watch the empire crumble before our eyes. Your hand in mine, we'll find out what all this is for. Look out over the river, it sends a shiver, but in the protective hands of a foreign country we find ease. We find peace.
Stand righteous and proud like a veteran toreador...pushing his luck....stand under my thumb, breathless and numb. I could be with anyone, but I don't give a fuck. I want to be with you. That marked night, when your eyes are as dark as the Mexican sunset casting shadows, hair as dark as an amber brew. My eyes on this night are a blistering blue.
The silence rests on our ears as the blasts and explosions fade away. Smoke and debris is all we can see through the chaos and heat, someone pulled the wheels out from under our feet, on the final day the world turned away. A stoned angel trying to find his way home after a night of drinking salvation, convinced he's done his deed for the day. Putting souls in his pocket to deliver to their maker. The howls resonate and evaporate from the metropolitan districts. From New York, to Dallas, to Miami, to LA. We've no care because we got away. It's dark as hell, but warm. We push on together, in total disarray.
This is the second time I've written for you, but I trust it won't fall on deaf ears, wasted senseless on an exalted ingenue. I feel the scars on your chest. Just know that there is rest. Just forget all the words we've already spoken, and just remember that we all come to the table broken.
I find myself, at the end, at the beginning.
It comes full circle.
In this time the world seems vast, the change has come and we'll avoid the harlots of my past.
Shedding cells of abuse, burning all the proof that we were ever imperfect before this moment.
Je vous veux dans ma vie
It seems to be all I can see.
We'll point our noses South and count our steps. I'll keep tally marks and you can tell me stories of youth and unrest. We're a beautiful mess. I'll smile and nod, we'll stop at the michoacana and get lost in the language we can't speak. We'll do it for weeks. We'll see where it leads. Drink agua frescas and stumble through the markets on the main streets. Bartering not our souls but our pennies. That's all we need. All we need. What do we need? Only a few Hail Mary's to the Virgin Mary to ask for safe passage, we're searching for something, always searching for something and our pursuit is beyond savage.
But I have you.
No matter the faults, there's always proof that everything happens for a reason. We will find ourselves in the middle of this season. When intensity reaches it's peak. For it's there that you learn how to be weak and coincidentally find your strength.
I hold your words like farewell letters from a pen. And I know, for certain, that I am blessed among men.
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