strange relief

sometimestuesday:

The
story begins at the black mouth of a cave and ends with a 
strange
dog at the door.     With chaos.         A hotel in Tucson. 
Yellow
curtains on the window.           A love
letter written as a
question:
        IF I KISS YOU, WILL YOU SUFFER?         In the
jaundiced
light of early morning,                Elvis is in the kitchen
singing
      we can’t go
on together
,      and Katie laughs in the
porcelain
tub,     drops her head under bathwater and
baptizes
herself.
   Says: “Salvation is easy. You just have to die a
little.”
Same
with love, mon amour.         Same with anything dazzling
and
useless.   The
blackness beyond the reach of the lightbulb.
The yellow flower
patterned sheets.              Our stunned faces,
pale with strange relief          when we witnessed the unraveling
of all things        beautifully brief:           a love that slow dances.
Holds hands when it crosses the street.        Remembers to call
home.    A love killed every night.     Resurrected every morning. 

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