you always loved the way my hands traced
on paper, leaving prints for the police to catch-
tinted fucked.

it was the view from the european mindset
that attracted you to the bold and the beautiful
(sometimes worlds collide & s p a r k);

you used to say nothing (speak without desire)
and leave people breathless, wanting more of
whatever was caught in your eloquent eyes,

because it didn't matter that you were scared
of the dark or that you carried a switchblade
of glitterglass obscenities in your pocket,

it was the sand in your hair, the volume in
your voice and the putrid smell of God
(that night you laughed in His face)
that made you into this.