she called my name
on a random country road.
she flashed me signs;
they might have been morse code,
but it was her lips
and the way she moved her hips,
and her infatuating smile.
we stopped to talk for awhile.
what was there to lose?
she wore ruby slippers instead of high-heeled shoes
and tapped her toes,
pointing to which way the savage wind blows
and i stood there
in the brisk clear air
feeling her hand reaching for mine
on the firing line
dodging bullets aimed at my heart:
and perhaps the perfect time to start
life, which would prove to be my best friend;
of that i could depend,
and i cut the deck and drew my ace;
she said we should get out of this place
in her formal dress and my bow tie:
we hopped on the bus and never asked why.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Please leave your thoughts.