Greece (About Joe and Lewis)

How I was hung in your cherry lips,
But then the perfect film was dead
Nothing remains not even your fists.


First surreal, reality meets dreams
Life was about everything, the bed,
I loved being hung in your cherry lips.


How then suspicious turned your hips,
Me and the guitar, you away with Fred,
Nothing remains not even your fists.


Then how also died astray the bliss,
Blood symbolised nothing, it's just red,
Can I be hold in your cherry lips?


My existence is now an ecplipse,
Us, men, the feelings left unsaid.
How come that didn't stay your fists?


Yes, it all started with a kiss,
And our story will forever be dead.
If I could hang in your cherry lips!
Alas, nothing left, not even your fists!

Author's Note

My first decent villanelle. This is actually part of something bigger, I story that has been around my head for a while and hopefully in the summer I'll have the time to finish it.