As the smoke trickles out of the car windows,
he turns from the road to watch her tremble
and she purses her mouth in a mock kiss
to make him forget that she was ever afraid.
Well, the red light is a blessing because
now he can pull her chin up and take her in,
biting her lip so she feels submission.
The parking lot is empty enough to call theirs
and the wheels skid on the icy asphalt
as he changes from Drive to Park.
She's beautifully insane with him
and she lets him convince her to be perfect
with closed eyes, fingernails grasping at
the sheets as she uses all her skill to make him happy.
The eyeliner smudged on her cheeks spider-webs
down them just like the spreading rust on the
hood of the running car in the driveway.
Her hair is long enough to pull in
jealous lust and it twists in his sweaty fingers
as she takes his real heart in her mouth and
makes his breath ragged, sharp, passionate.
Cheating to get high, he skips the inhale
and moans out baby with release.
He drives her to the train in silent acceptance,
she's given up everything but the blood in her veins,
and his car is red enough as it is.
She should be illegal because she's going to make the
car crash with that wild look in her eyes.
Beautifully insane with him, she'll
leave lip gloss stains on his jeans forever.
This is a dead end.