her hair was a cloud of cigarette smoke
and flowed down like beer
but smelled more like a whiskey distillery
she looked down on me
with her knees on my chest, she
popped her gum and
arched her back,
drilled a hole in my heart
but my heart still pounds and pumps
just like thunder or gasoline
when i remember that night,
and those next four days
we spent storming into
each other's secret hiding places
and driving reckless into the night.
we shared a nickel's worth
of bourbon
and a crumpled cigarette
when her parents found us
we were both
wrapped 'round each other
and in the stiff dawn light i wished
i was still wearing those
silly-looking shades.