Cross the T

I dye my hair black

I love the way it feels 

The way my hands stain

From it; my soul 

Stained in the songs 

Of my never-ending youth.

The blackbirds outside 

Call me through 

The window 

High in the oak trees 

And content with 

Changing places, nights 

And rotating faces.

I love the cold water 

Running down my lashes 

The path of mascara 

The scent of 

Valentine perfume and

Black Aussie licorice.

I want to live 

In the wind with 

My arms wide open.

Teeth mostly white

Sometimes the green of 

My eyes matches 

The hedges just right 

And I can laugh

In a crow-voice, true

To the nature of my heart.

I dye my hair black 

As the fallout spends down

A nuclear wasteland 

For the love of disaster;

I find my freedom 

In the dark Rasmus.

Author's Note

Happy, free, doing what I love. Autumn is here. That's nice too.