Love Letter

Gonna paint my lips the color of scarlet

Of sable

Of the blood of a lover’s rose

Shade of a saxophone

Hot note of jazz thrown

Beneath the street lamp

In the summer’s lusty heart

Of the night where I might catch the curious eye

Of a warm and yearning passerby

The line of my stride, precision of heel

Toe to the point and the point is

I sing through the way I step

I am beauty embodied

Anointed by the clover in a field full of dreams

Perfume crushed in the fingers of god

High cheek bones and elegant jaw

Cause I’m working on a love letter

For those who will follow in my step

So there may be a world for them we haven’t seen yet

Cafeteria noise

Billy club boys

Thugs and dried blood

They can lock me up for the thirty-fifth time

Jeer me on through the scoops in the line

Break my ribs

Bruise my thighs

Push the pills till it clouds my eyes

From the fog comes clearer skies

From the fog comes clearer skies

Fluorescent lights

Leather on wrists

Tightening down cold steel on skin

Song in my mind hovering still

Beyond the birds in the window sill

The afternoon

Opens up the shade of a new bloom

I’ll be planning my reunion with the new moon

And you know I will be back soon

Cause I’m working on a love letter

For those who will follow in my step

So there may be a world for them we haven’t seen yet

He pleads with me

“Not again..”

I see the love in his eyes like wells

The quiver of his chin, asking, “Why?

..when we know how it ends”

Asking me how in a world so cruel.. Love could ever win?

Asking me “Why, with hate just down the street… would I go again?”

Cause I’m working on a love letter

For those who will follow in my step

So there may be a world for them we haven’t seen yet

And don’t tell me hope is dead

Because I have been resurrected

I’m writing a love letter

For those who need it