Your gold hair is a halo in the
     heat lightening of our summers
     growing closer to kisses and touch.
     Our gravity was lost. You drifted
     into other orbits. I heard things.
     I saw tracks on your arms and your
     bones turning tricks on the Strip.
     You still have a halo in midnight
     neon.  I stare from my bar stool
     as you pass in the night searching.
     We're both lost together, just
     lost souls in different places.