Lying in the bedroom
the future’s hidden
stone-cold
expression
piercing smoke
filled air
and with every
empty kiss
still
you leave me
breathless
Your shoulder
bare, lit
like a child’s moon
Humming softly
it’s late in the afternoon.
Your hair, tousled
& blonde,
Still breathing,
Searching
a wandering dawn
Let me have your gun, babe
I’ll take it away
you won’t see me runnin’
at the end of the day, I’ll come
for you when the sun fades
into the long,
long night
Picture you and me
dancing in country lights
Take a breath and hold it tight.
Ren Michael 