Twirl the ring around my finger
when I flip you the bird,
hold a halo and a forked tail
in crowded comfort.
Rose-tinted eyes blink in mystique
when the alluring panther
roars in defeat.
Defiance is heady;
a few pounds of snow,
am lost in sensation
when you pound the door.
There is no faces; but places and noise
and few open cases left on the floor.
Roll a bottle till it clinks on the wall,
when I lie in pieces,
before I take the fall.