Obsidian, a sad statue sits veiled in a parking lot in Los Diablos
as butterflies dance around on jeweled wings and a whirlwind whips leaves through the air.
Bright strands of barbed wire and multicolored beads draped over this blind and silent guardian
his face painted and skin bared to the crashing cars and indifferent nights.
A candle burns at his feet, flickering and casting dreaming shadows across antiquity
like a raven flying through a broken mirror straight to the teeth of a crystalline sphinx.
A stained-glass beauty sits frightened on her knees, singing chiming, whispered lullabies
in a tattered, ribboned dress made of melting oleanders by glowing and dangerous angels.
Her smoky, glistening, amber eyes remind him of the rainbows that you see in a puddle of gasoline
when you hold a match real close; all wet and screaming with secrets inside.
She's tortured by the sight of his ruined flesh, knowing how vibrant it must have been in the days that he lived,
before he was doomed to sit breathless, trapped; forsaken by his gypsy mothers, his perfumed lovers - alone on icy nights
Cinnamon swirls of sugared skin shine with fragility as she locks her tears up in a box,
foreseeing glossy, mascara-tainted rivers winding their way down smooth skin and refusing to give in.
His unspoken question hangs in the air like a love-letter unread. If she hears his phantom plea, she shan't tell;
(it's no more than a feather taken flight)
caught in an endless labyrinth of anti-bliss, shivering with dreamsong and electric kisses, she pushes it out of her mind.
Driven to forget as the last sun sets and the moon beams down casting creamy white petals about on the ground
giving her power enough to don her mask of control once again though she just wants to scream.
The candle - finally blown out. The sky - scarred with a single wisp of smoke as she stands, fallen deeper than before.
his unseeing eye sees her hidden self; innocent, world-weary, and more alone than a lost soul left forever in a parking lot.
Her left hand, unadorned, reaches out to touch his cheek and soothe his fears. A single tear from his silver lash,
slips,
drips,
burns her hand.
He weeps for her and all her pain,
And hopes her hopes will rise again.
