my skin was brûlée

this is where we loved

i slid into your lap, surprised you with my curves
devoured your mouth
siphoned your magic.

this is where we lost
our way, our minds, our not knowing
to knowing. our shame.
this electromagnetic field
pulled your car
like a junkyard magnet
i pulled you like the rapture
possessed by the holy ghost.

this is where we forgot
in our own world of upholstery
belts, leather, metal, concrete
and the occasional jackrabbit
anyone else. all that is is you and me.

i know this sacred temple
this is where i go
and wait
for you to get lost
for me to be found
for us to be saved
again.


photo by nickolouse 13