Fidelity in a brass casing.

Whispers on the wind,
just rumor and suggestion.

Dust from a broken heart,
drifting away in the midnight breeze.
We pray for one last cool grace before a torrid affair
of heat and sweat.

On a night much like this one,
If you look closely within-
you can see a man
alone in his study,
bearing all the pride and joy
of a yellow bauble around his finger.

Whiskey in a pool forgotten on the floor.
He puts the lip to his temple.
And summer's freezing rain finally falls
in the form of a metal kiss

All over the wall,
All over the floor.

Freedom of doubt in one determined moment.
-She can have the BMW,
I can keep this moment.
Were you fucking him with your eyes-
even as you said "I do?"

Were you in our bed?
Thinking of him?
Were you in our bed-
while I circled the block
wondering
"Who's fucking car is that?"

How long?-

...

Doesn't matter now.
He's drifting away,
being reeled in by St. Peter
for a severe ass kicking
for jumping the gun.

Will they let him in-
if he asks nicely?

Will I grow up to be just like him?