Friction Halo
Wearing a friction halo light
bending round the neck tonight
pulse is tripping
shoes are loud
logic lost inside the cloud
Sliding sideways through the frame
shoulder first to stake the claim
low end melting through the wall
timing to the heavy stall
Streetlight cuts the broken blind
tracing gold I have to find
leather skirt and fishnet line
boots are planted
doing fine
Back against the counter edge
fingers tapping on the ledge
closing distance
step by step
perfume mixed with smoke and pep
Finger underneath the chin
staring where the eyes begin
smile is trouble
that is true
checking what I need from you
No slow records on the spin
just the loop of where we’ve been
shadow on the kitchen tile
hunger staying for a while
Press me to the fridge and steel
magnets rattling
making real
hands are mapping out the rib
nothing here is looking glib
Tracing spine through cotton shirt
knowing exactly where it hurt
sirens yelling in the street
inside here we feel the heat
Not a romance
not a play
wires crossing in the gray
gravity is pulling in
let the heavy part begin
Trading heat and insults low
clothes are going
nice and slow
if bad habits had a look
you’re the picture in the book
Later on the sweat is cold
stealing shirts and acting bold
water from the chipped glass
watching all the minutes pass
Tug the hair and walk away
nothing left for us to say
storm fronts hitting
then apart
secret kept inside the heart
Door clicks shut
the night exhales
kitchen hums and never fails
leaning back and breathing slow
tasting cherry
and the flow