Sunday, October 14, 2012

The Bay Bridge

You Run your toung
Like my engine through midnight traffic
Reckless lines of red break lights
Vein into the city
And I want to whisper
'You're pulling at my heart strings'
The Soft breath of desire whips past your ears
Whipping now my hair through the open window
Round and round we go
Picking at the scab
Til fresh blood bubbles up
And I can yell at you again
Because you are low
And yet so perfect
Why do I live for the vibration of the engine?
And the red flashing light
Where is the action
Where is the commitment
I am alone in the moaning wind

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