she
was a stick of dynamite
i
was just an errant spark
in the long cold night
of another wasted weekend
left weakened
strung out
against the dirty brick
of any alley
in any city
around the world.

we made love
as the sirens
wailed
i ran my hungry fingers
across every track mark
with a
desire
that ebbed across time
with
singular vision
need

in the end
we
were two charred corpses
stuck
in rigor mortis
laden scripture
as the wind blew
empty cups
along another
victimless
crime