for Lux

You felt the wind inyour hair, even in thelast moments whenthe wind was carbon dioxide,snuffing out your cigaretteand snapping the flirtationfrom your eyes.The castles in your mindtoppled and crumbled astheir hands fondled and gripped,first only one, then a scoreof men by moonlight.Their hands were the hands ofGods and monsters.Where was your mind?Where were you dreaming of?How did we fail you?What land have you andyour sisters run to withropes on your neck andpills in your bellies?Now you can move throughus all, barely kissing our eyelidswith your ever laughinglips, lusting for life,hungry for love and journey.Golden hair bleeds down your backand brushes over us as we dream of you.(Based on The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides)

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