“Bathing in Spirits”
In a pirate ship of any town
as you filter out the fish
the sun strong enough to stand
and all honors devolved
for pale queens
sequin into sorrow
all blue, nobody believed in
time to sit and brood
cast off the fish-tank light
nobody will find you
in the bounty
for this beautiful belief in spirits
the dead elves of broken promises
threads kissed, a time revoked
bathed in rose light of blue lips
fastened forever together in stitches
the street that walked upon us
deserted us when we were happy
to blow kisses of glass
belief in spirits.
nicholauspatnaude 
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