fade out lines

 
we made a dangerous kinda love, a pagan dance,
back alley romance, with switchblades.

it’s the oldest alibi in the book: a woman gives her sex to a man,
& if he won’t cuddle after, she calls it rape.

she comes on like that, her hair down & tangled. every place she
touches me ignites like a solar flare, as if she had lightning in her
fingers. thunder in the fragments of her heart.

she could drive the Cadillac to the Last Chance saloon,
I’ll ride in the back with Phoebe Killdeer.
I could lay down baby blue lyrics by the lonely light of a candle;
write me a song to sing when love is gone.

I learned in the desolate streets & the killing fields, a man makes
love with a woman to get high. comes a time, maybe, when it’s like
water in a whiskey glass  –  there’s no buzz.

she booked her entire mouth on the notorious adventure of kissing.
it’s a perilous journey, where angels fear to go. China red bullets
from her lipstick cylinder.

even if the kiss had the taste of amarelle,
she’d crave one more, & one more after that.

she wanted it that way, once for the heartache  –
before the fade out…


(Artist unknown)