Who is she?
She smokes cigars but still smells
like the first dance of spring.
& a heavy heart.
Hard liquor coats her tongue
& singes your lips.
No make up,
with worn leather framing her eyes.
Never begging for love.
Touch mimicking light rain,
words like thunder,
freer than the wind.
Our love was like a tango in hellfire and brimstone.
constantly, I questioned our presence.
my mind is constantly in a choke hold
and my heart is in flames.
both call out for help
but neither are willing to be saved.
I sewed my hair in long and straight.
I pinched my nose and narrowed my eyes.
“Smile,” I said, “you’re almost perfect.”
You’re undeniable. I can’t deny you if I wanted to. You won’t allow it.