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Art: Café Terrace at Night - Vincent Van Gogh

One More Night

I'd sell my soul

For one more night with you

In that cafe with the tables

That caught the moonlight

And threw it back up

Bathing us in pearly white

While stars bloomed like daisies

In fields of blue

I measure my life with the hours i spent with you

In that cafe, caressed with gold

Sipping coffee like we were immortal

To the ravages of time

To walk down that cobbled street, hand in hand

Foolishly counting our fortunes

Like lights that burned in the windows

That night

As the trees threw down sonnets

In rushed whispers

Like they knew

This night was the very last

That i would call you mine

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icarus and apollo spotted in small town of pine grove, mississippi

mama said the cicadas are always loudest when

you ain’t listening to them.

well if reincarnation is real then surely

you’re icarus, the boy that fell

for a god. the boy that flew so high, too high

so that maybe for a second he could feel

apollo’s lips against his.

your mama always taught you to believe in god, but

she didn’t think you’d find him in the warmth

of another boy’s mouth.

she doesn’t know that god laughs

and tugs on your coat sleeves and

kisses you again and sets fire to

just about everything.

and you sure ain’t listening to the cicadas now, ‘cause

all you can hear is your pounding heartbeat

and a couple thousand comets falling

against the earth like his body on yours.

mama, if love is a sin then this poem

sure as hell ain’t a prayer for forgiveness.

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