Perfect Stranger

Please move slower
as courage is building
the afternoon is creeping
the sky is edging dusk.

Please let me tell this
the way that I remember
danger lurks around a well lit corner
platinum and tangerine.

Sudden, overwhelming,
pressure of the cut.
synthetic bounds of preservation
attacking hope and pride and lust.

Obvious eyes and a silent smile
as the break of night receives you
strange, poignant, fragile, pressing
To seek? To stay?

Smirks and horns.
I made this choice.
two sets of eyes, ears, legs,
become one.

Engulfed by subtle sweats
and tiresome wonder
will we meet again perfect stranger?
did you also feel the cold?

- Cowgirl In The Sand