Thursday, September 16, 2010
The room was full that first time,
But I picked you out right away
As if you had called to me in a secret language,
Like a high tone that only dogs can hear.
When you found me,
I was screwing around with little cotton clouds
When what I had gotten a taste for
Was the whole damn sky.
You asked me, "Do you trust me, baby?
I want to see how far I can fling you."
I said yes, because I already knew
How angels and devils sometimes create beautiful sin out of half-holy alliances.
My favorite devil was gone, and I missed her--
Time had not shook loose of me yet;
And so I searched for her echo in our short weeks together,
But all that I found was a dissatisfying ticking, like boots on pavement, walking away.