I Like the Way You Dance / I Like the Way You Paint Your Lips

[lbangs]

Before

Another broken afternoon,
The concrete sky
With cloud on skin,
An aubergine,
A bruise.

She adores the rain
But she disdains the sullen seconds
Hung before.

Her thirsty heart
Is thumping next to mine,
Her breath a rushing wind,
A burning presence,
Cloven tongue of flame.
She never locked the door.

A spatter
Drums against the window
Like a baby christening,
Like sacrificial blood.

- 11/12/19