The balloon. Silhouettes.
In a ballet lain grass field dance.
Cigarettes. Bursting to fire.
The life from the green great balloon.
So soon she flies, the sooner she dies.
One shot for beauty, the other pain.
A lens cleansed sucker closes
Down the flash. It ends. Still, it ends.
Wiped cigarette lashes, teeth brushes,
Painting the grime from the child.
A mind made lowly beheld.
Her tears on the blood stained hand
That a ring had coldly fallen fell
From the Hamburg winds, a memory
Sensed that the sins of a photograph
Shadowed their love.
One shot for beauty, the other pain,
And a lens felt freed from a need
To express the beauty in pain.