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Girl X Tattoo - Stephanie A.

The sky was sepia umber blue with pieces of light that hung like threads dancing in the night. The embers of a fire died out like the tune of a harmonica. The ground had a dry warm feel to it much like the shadows that had danced around. There were twelve total headed for a more promising start. The seven lines to make the icy box upon the railway in which I was headed for the big-time. A breadline du jour with all the recycled condiments that you could just drool over while waiting until you heard, “Next.” The sounds of the tracks were like a woman furiously scrubbing a black iron skillet in the same spot just to get the damn thing clean. The whistle would’ve been incorporated with the similarity of water turned on high hitting the skillet as she moved it back and forth quickly. The only particles I had, were a tattered flour sack, which some other bum tried to take from me and the remnants of a lost home. A home, thought I saw everywhere anytime the doors were open and awake with the horizon light enough to show me the trees and the fields that bore the vegetation for the fruits to steal. I was a bum. The soup kitchen bore a strong resemblance to a boarding house efficient but not well enough. The express was called Harbor Shiite and it was designed to manufacture soup cans. Mainly tomato soup and beef stock, nothing fancy really. The back crates were placed row by row to form a palette for laying on, which were our beds and one by one we killed time staring off into space thinking about the various soup cans that we would deliver and what time we could go to sleep if at all. It was about us and the product against our backs. We were twenty first century hobos. Re-invented.

I'd forget when we're together to remind You, being as a pallbearer of bad news, that one time, only one thing I truly lost being stained a penultimate blue and important for words, which was You. Deep within an apology is a resolve of love which should sew you free with Peace. I'd like to follow those courted eyes, days that hold nights attention so well. My dear, kind, gentle, understanding best friend. Whence, only I'll walk towards an end to wake with You. Couldn't finish these lines without her ladyship, graceful name. I miss your words each day you won't speak. As a repeat of 'miss', these lean of verse which are to follow through straight for the whole of You. Seeing your face next to me, your friendship wild within fires of midnight laughter. Most of all, across each sea, I'm only missing You. Which past, for a pass as, 'A thread for your Muse', to pass forth times anchored hours, I'll think, and see a leaf cradle your face, gentle and weightless. How very much that a lady should grace my presence, fresh and whole throughout each day I think of You.As a woven spell that has cast a ledge for You and me. How can I express You, Us, our parts of an un contained marriage? I'll wait in earnest each day you'd share a ledge built as bridged thought to reach me. Hoping soon that I'll return for You. I've sent word bound for post, hence forth we should meet again. I've seen longing, an empty sea, who watches over You and me. Who, in turn of time speaks, 'Come and leave out with me.' Take my hand, I'll lead as your eyes leaf over from page one which follows through til an 'I do, I will, everyday.' Stamped upon edges, 'I carry Our thoughts, with me everyday I cannot see You.' For my love, this is when I see Your face, part of the stained glass rippled sea with all her waters, 'You', deep within staring back at me. The misted rains, tumbled through slickers of fog. A curtain of props to hide your everyday fears of which I cannot see, safe to speak of. In time I'll loosen each anchor should it steady, rust , wither, or part and hold each fear against Us in place. For my Queen, on top, I'd leave no better excuse of a note to reach You tonight should any of this keep you. I hope so and should love knock at your front door to lay at your feet whilst I'm still away, let it choose to reason a full fledged friend rendered of strength should it not leave you nor let you fall down and out. Dearest mine of the night, I may lose things, wander out to find shore as a peace of mind but when I'm there and her sea who has collected me and continually searches for me, deep within. I find your face, hold it dear, near, and close to forever speak in vows, which silently, but as a continued lit lamp between Us, you've promised to hold 'hear' within as our signal from a lighthouse which I still speak, 'I lose things, may wander about, not far, but not ever words for You. I love You and I do.' Forever lost in You my Love