He watches
Is he caught in the rain or blinded by the floodlights?
The neon wires burn his gaze, spelling out hotel
The wind cuts through his trench coat, encasing his body and mind in an icy glaze,
But his heart is at peace.
There’s no need to turn back now he thinks as he lies awake, the neon red lettering tearing through the sheer curtains and penetrating his mind yet again,
But he is safe now, and the neon cannot hurt him.
a symphony of saxophone and jazzy drums plays
for a crowd of men in wide collared shirts and women in boxy dresses
in their hands are drinks
martinis and manhattans
with glistening ice cubes inside their glasses
we're so close.
I am wrapped in the touch of another
suspended in a state of contentment
and soft safety.
the lights in my room are warm
and in the mirror
where the soft grass meets the sea
is where you'll find her
for eternity now.
young and alive in vivid shades
of every color
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