You are my dreams in red silk, peaches in the sunlight, matches lit in the dark or in the rain, something red like rubies, bathing in moonlight, or a cold glass of milk.  You're the uprooter, the fiddler, the fool and the carnivore, a lion let out of the ringmaster's trance, a final foot down at the amphetamine dance.  I say your name under covers, under smoke and under darkness, under my breath like it's trying to get out.  It can't. You know that. Kids playing games don't kiss like that.  Then tell me.  You figure it out. Don't kiss me like you mean it. Kiss me like it's the last one you'll ever get.  You've got the cards. I'll cut the deck. We've got all night, sweetheart.  What will you do with it?