he played with one of her dark curls between his fingers
as she kissed the brim of her whiskey,
and he whispered mistaken words into the dark,
and told her how they could both bleed blue,
and she both doubted and knew him,
in his aura and his physical being.
so when the sky burned with darkness
and the pigeons all laid dead,
they batted their eyelashes and sharpened fingernails,
repeating the same words,
and drank each others warm blood until
the moon sighed with sorrow,
and only the black and blue and empty was left
