I met her.
A silver tongue.
Driving Dads Silverado
through the danky dirt roads of little Silverton.

Thin throat swallowing
it's gum.
Pouting come and play come and play

Seductive hopeless
Cracked hips
Seamless lips

Whispering
"Don't you know that all we have is today?"

Well, don't you say.
Let's not waste any time staring,
high into the sky.
Eyes growing dry,
dry wind gusts with a flutter.

"Did I stutter?"
...
"Follow me this way,
look through these shutters."

I will keep you cold

I will peak,
shattering all molds.
Pity don't give up,
be bold!

I will keep you cold