the night you sold me your love two minutes before midnight.

after Bright Eyes

quit waving at them, it's 11:58 and i guess

taxi cabs despise us, rushing home to their

children with dreams they'll never pursue.

i wish i could barter whiskey and wise sayings

for their innocence and lack of sense in this city - 

where men are in lust love and women are easy lost

and it's never a sin to cause a flame until

sunlight burns their borrowed bodies.

and when my eyes are turning black and you could see my

ribs and spine, you'd still call me your skinny beauty queen.

and when you're lonely and out of paper to write poetry,

you could always use my skin.

and i know i have a heavy heart, you don't have to

carry anything, just kiss it better and i'll accept

defeat when it falls down on me the next morning.

and i know tonight's the only night you'd sell your love

so i'll give you anything you want just for us to live as

husband and wife for the night.

and after reliving our wedding vows in an empty subway,

we could share your flask on the train and i promise to

stay conscious with a grip of your hand and a stolen

glance every minute, two, and three.

and i guess you're right.

i guess we'll never have any reason to

kiss each other another goodbye once

you told me,

"what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is."

Author's Note

inspired by Bright Eyes' Lua
-Regina Fernandes' full moon over a farm house, 2005

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have some exes I would love to use as the paper for my ink. I still feel the stains of those
relationships as my pen drips blue blood.
I just love this poem...
I understand that need for one night of closeness. You don't have to love me, just be with me and make me feel better tonight...no strings, no heart, just body and pretend.
j.