Thursday, July 15, 2010
You were there with me,
Wearing old jeans and a ponytail.
We had wrecked the fucking car--
Driven it into a tree, far down a side road.
You had said, "Trust me, my plans never fail."
We walked away
As the forest went up;
Your smooth tanned arms glowed with red and yellow
And I had no idea what to say.
You turned around, lazy and high,
Stumbled into your sure embrace.
I was bleeding.
You said, "Aw, sugar," in a voice both sweet and mocking,
And tenderly kissed my face.
The woods were on fire,
All we had left was whiskey,
And I knew my love was hopeless, and that I'd never see you again.
It burned, you know.
All of it.
It burned going down.
done in response to prompt magpie 23