His heart is a shadow casted by my own.
Shackled together, I drag him from place to place.
Cloudless air warms my face and the sun tastes like a dream
As I confide in the light.
 
 
The sun ages and I head on to Coyote Ugly Saloon.
Whiskey after whiskey I gulp
As I tap my foot to a song radiating by the bar.
He smirks menacingly almost like Lector.
It’s time to leave.
 
 
But this air is crisp and only blindness prevails.
These streets run like the caliginous veins of a corpse.
The soft chatter of our feet echo down alleys,
Though I’m sure no one could hear.
“Pretty please,” he asked with a disturbing glare.
 
 
“Neither of us would enjoy the clink,
Waiting for lethal injection,” I stated.
We are too impatient.
Then he released to my spine a blood-curdling laugh.
 
 
Drowning his hungering words, I cushioned mine
As I mumbled that song from the bar
 
“In restless dreams I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp.”
 
 
The soot-covered sky of desire hung
Over my head like a starry turtle shell.
Knowing my struggle, he pierces his finger
 into the open wound; though he had me at please.
 
 
James loved playing with fire,
He never gets burned.
He will watch as I direct the most exhilarating of orchestras.
Combing through apartment complexes,
We start our search for him.
 
 
The one who makes our rhythmless heart tap a beat like no other
The one who we both know very well
The one who does not know us
The one who kneels before us
The one who will serenade his last piece
 
 
“Do it,” he commanded.
With my serrated baton I nicked his neck,
An incision too easy to carve.         
He sang his tune as the concrete blushed.