Broken Desire Highway
deep brush brown her locks
turned my key
pleading nutmeg eyes
her lips, face dried out from
too much jesus not enough sex
and here not even a cold hollow kiss
could dampen the warm nest we twigged
together a million miles stranded
off broken desire highway
here flesh puppet carcasses
burn their sidewalk gaze into the ancient wind rage
and cornered angels sing rock of ages to broken ears
who would hear
a song rising up to paradise
Copyright © Michael Amitin | Year Posted 2015
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