It all started with a light blue American spirit
sizzling between your lips,
held graceful between your fingertips.
The way you moved around me
prowling
circling
like a hyena,
smoke trailing up your face
with a mile long temper.
You knew me beyond intimate,
made the blood rush down my body
buckets at a time, almost too quickly.
Blessed me on your knees
at the edges of my feet,
unsolicited and ill-advised,
but I never declined.
Anything to moralize your dreams,
pressed my palms
behind your fever ears,
eyes fluttering to the clouds,
your calculated passion
translated through touch.
But this unrequited love didn't last
any longer than the blood moon,
when you woke me right at sunrise,
hands on my thighs,
a kiss between my eyes,
looking up at the cherry
in the black sky.
All you wanted,
to leave your scratch marks on my back
and mark your territory
on my sternum
with your strawberry ice cream lips.
Above you,
below you,
trying to find you.
Guess all I have left
is your mouth in my memory.
Now I can't wonder why
you only miss me past midnight,
and before the sunrise
on the American skyline.
