it’s cold outside.
but we’ll stay sweet.
laying prone with the forest bees.

And when it’s wet.
when you turn gray.
we’ll sigh and look the other way.

in silk laced dresses.
we’ll dance all night.
under swaying trees in the cold moonlight.

but when the sun brings forth
another day.
we’ll slide in between rocks
and slip away.

Big chested women move slowly through the club.
Pacing, prancing, pawing across the sticky floors
for five dollar bills.

I am wrapped around your arm like a wet rope.
Pulling, twisting, dripping into the alcohol stench
of your laugh.

The curtains part and shiny baby dolls slide
patent leather shoes across linoleum floors.
Hey mister DJ plays Baby Got Back as the
spotlight swings overhead
pink, then yellow, then orange
and then black.