you smell like gasoline and blood

you taste like strong coffee and cigarettes

compared to your brother

not good enough for your mother

my god has a shotgun

and i have a death wish

chasing the wind at 2 in the morn

your name emanates from my lips like a fervent prayer

over and over and over and over and over

again

i long to hear my name on your lips

smooth louisiana drawl

"darlin' you're mine"

i long to feel your skin on mine

calloused hands running up my figure

fire and ice, the calm before the storm

late night in your beat-up Ford

one headlight lights up the dim street

your violent sapphire eyes fixed on the road

my dirt brown eyes fixed on the way your lips curve

desire mixed with fear boils in my gut

loud heavy metal drowns it out

be quiet and drive

you bring the truck to a halt as we pull up to your place

the lights are dim as you pull me inside

nobody's home

your clothes are dirty from work in the shop and stained with blood

navy flatters you well, i hope you know that

i'm sure you do

your room is one giant red flag

but you know

i'm colorblind

i wonder how you find your things every day

you pull me onto your chesnut couch

it reeks of beer and rust

there are white peonies stained red on the table

my god has a shotgun

and i have a death wish

i'm staring down the barrel of a 12 gauge

but i'd spend all eternity here with you

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(Bo Sinclair)