You spoke of hopelessness and dispair
and Like A robot I put my two hands together
and made the loud sound of a gun
as I placed my fingers in my mouth.

You didn't get the relation between
What you were saying
and my interpretive dance.

But there were times when I was thinking you should repent
and you fell to your knees screaming for christ

and I knew that you did understand
with out me even saying a thing
or moving.

So when you said, I need to heal

I said I try to keep it clean
and I put on  lip stick with my finger just like the gun
and twirled my hair
and kissed your finger.

And you laughed. we both laughed.

We live such a high life.