Last Dance

Last Dance

 

Walls are painted with fiery serpents. Frozen pipes refuse to give water. You whisper my name from beneath the floorboards, but you’re lost in a desert I can’t point out on a map. Time has backed me into a windowless corner, and my rescuers are caught in standstill traffic. The sniper bullet that tears your chest is the heat that licks flesh from my bones. As promised, we die together; even thousands of miles apart. My last thought: happy strangers making love to slow music on fearless red Egyptian cotton. I remember how their laughter shook darkness from night.

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

Here's my tattoo line: As promised, we die together; even thousands of miles apart.
... I got lost in that image for the longest time.

But there is so much more I love about the sheer originality of the whole piece. Your prose never loses its poetic base.
You whisper my name from beneath the floorboards, but you’re lost in a desert I can’t point out on a map.... Another awesome image of a love which refuses to be ignored.