SIRENS

Id rather have ninjas sneak up and kill me in a desolate, dark wilderness

Than these harmless, clunkering bodies milling around me constantly in this city.

Slamming their car doors...helicopter wings loudly breaking a stinking wind, dogs barking, cars passing by in a stolen night

That's just not mine.

More prone to gazing at a blazing, peach-amber street lamp than a full moon..

Bluish, spotted like the foot of a fine cigar not fully lit.

Double vision as I sit.

In a world with newly found, two illuminescent bodies I menage-a-trois with.

Trains screeching in the distance. Last stop before a train yard... Retiring.

I know the sound of tires violating the man hole covers.

The quick ins and outs of a one night stand.

Lingering slightly too long in a gear as u speed.

The bucking when u shift, excitement of nostalgia.

Two quick,  one long as I draw you in.

The North star above us as I close my eyes and you make my head spin.

A chill in the Autumn air that freezes my finger tips.

The tingle as your rush presses against my lips.

I contemplate a respite to cover myself from your bliss.

The speeding, cars and planes and trains that shatter the wind in such a seductive way,

Call to me to join their fray,

With urgency like sirens...

Let me be, spirited away.