Tell me why, my tin-star, lover guy
we awake to clear, blessed, red dawns,
skin-to-skin with the safety on
and you kiss me, hard.
We tumble through the fever musk
in a bedchamber, bullet free
as you breath burns our bullshit sin
into milkweed wisps.
Dust in the wind. Continue reading “Them Fighting Words”
One forever-after night
two launched their love toward a new dawn
under a mast born of a crimson, lovestruck sky.
Flags set, ribbons cut
their bottled fury smashed,
they set sail on salty tears
to a giant penny of broken promises
that hung on the horizon.