With dangerous ambivalence they were rampaging the streets
She sees herself everywhere in mirrors, holding rainbow glasses of drinks
Until she finds herself sinking between his sheets
Breathing warmth out of her veins, suspecting that if she blinks
She might erase it all with the pulse of the night and a parting of the lips
When her wings fluttered the hours away in a smoky heaven and she tore shooting stars off the walls
Traced the clouds with her hips, brushed the ether with her fingertips
In smug delight of holding a microcosmos in her pocket, blind to impending falls
So steadily she holds the gaze of his gold-flecked eyes
Carefully one more time traces his ripples and lines
When daylight snakes in the room and the night before is a faded whisper of sighs
And the arrogant sun sings and shines
She can feel her heart starting to creak and bend
And fears with him she’ll meet her end