I can hear your thunderous eyelashes
pummel that strip of purple above your cheek.
Their echo tags along behind you as you drive
past fleeting carrion on the freeway.
But it's me you mourn for,
as you struggle through a knot in my hair.
Your already lost in our frosted-glass shenanigans.
A sticky smile trickles down your chin
and I can tell you found something familiar.
Your eyes tug at my sleeve,
Begging to drop it into my lap.
But that intimate hum we used to keep in our throats
slithered away through the low grass.
A long time ago.
So I shake my head slowly, and you know;
That this night won't last either.