Threads Deep Within

Interstate

Her arm

Out the window

Cigarettes and ash

Spill into streets

In between the ring

On her finger

Left hand on the wheel

Dominant, grips her thigh

So I'm alone

With thoughts

Amongst gusts of ash

Cheap wine and perfume

As to why we

Embarked upon

This

Sun basks and tans

Beautiful skin

By night she lay

In my arms

Sipping on my lips

Drinking me up

Gripping my garters

Gun  to my holster

Occasionally she sobs

Whilst I hold her

Missing her friends

Recollection of the east

All of which one day

We will meet

This captures her

Happy

Alongside me

Cruising down interstate

Lifelong lovers

Temporary friends

Vinyl records scratch

Yet she'll always

Be there, around back

Doubtful this journey

Born of chance

Will ever end

Born to dance

Never knowing

How to die.