you follow me down
the darkest streets
through alley ways
and dusty roads –
wherever I go

you are an inky silhouette
hung on the wall –
a lighted cigarette that has *****

you are a serving attendant,
my Siamese twin. As I end -
you begin

I've wept on you as a rain shower
and screamed at you for growing in the chinks
my, wallflower

you were the only woman
with me from the beginning
and you'll be the only friend
I have till the end

we'll hold on tight and illuminate
the desert skies
eating from dust bowls
with silvery lips and painted red toes