Nights

By: Vicente Arredondo

Nights I pass without sleep

Days I go without remembering
I cannot see what I do not feel
And I cannot see the termination

Even in betrayal I still love you

Even in the pain I still hold you
Even in the loneliness of my bed
I still feel your heat

Your skin against my skin

Our melanin fusing into one
We create a unique tone
One which no sun ray can ever form

It was our specialty

To make something ordinary extraordinary
After all that is art
An imitation of life
 But our art was better
And our lives were worse
It was a curse put onto us
Artists that could never combine

So nights like these

The clock marks the hours
And our time is over
But our art lives on