I Love a City That Will Never Love Me Back
The desert stopped crying long ago.
She placed her tears in a prickly pear
and gave me a champagne mirage
where palm trees forget to grow.
Where sweat drenches daylight
and neon sucks the soul from night.
Where drunken marriages flow
as freely as fingers skimming hot skin.
Where vampires sizzle under sparkling sun
and sin in the glow of milky moon.
Where bright lights whisper into the crook
of my neck, kissing me awake.
I know she wears veneers
over her smokey teeth, but
it’s easy to believe anything
when the price is right.
will you lift your curtain?
will you pretend to love me tonight?