I lost my love on the corner of North High and Third

Forest green and thick maroon highlighted your subtle disdain
While the supple russet leather on your waist brought out your eyes
Your head ran free on gilded wings of sapphires and satin
Mine calculated with steel and ice and thunder and venom

It was here we waltzed as machines bred with beasts
Our gears ground themselves into wheels without purpose
Your lips met ten strangers in neon darkness
Mine covered aching fangs begging to be retracted

I lost my love on the corner of North High and Third