≡ Devotions ≡

O woman of the only fire
the nights we spent burning
atop one another
vowing it would never
end
it's hard to tell now
how it really felt
but you come back
to me sometimes when I
step on the gas
tilt a double bourbon
or hear a certain song
from back then on the night
and you are in silhouette
against an impossible sun
did you love me
did I love you
who the hell knows
poetry is so hard to find
in the world anymore
maybe we were just
one more bead
on each other's
rosary of darkness