For Jessica Anne
Somewhere, in the back of my
I knew what you meant, I heard what you said.
And even though I had to think twice,
I knew what you wanted: a sacrifice.
Methedrine love and amphetamine lust;
a midnight rite--cheap, deadly, and just.
We rode the lightning across a black sky,
seducers of life not afraid to die.
'Twas a two-flavor smoke dream, hours from the sun.
Gunmetal and oil taste cold against my tongue.
Dark hearts, in the dark depths of your bed.
We no longer live,
but neither are we dead.
-- © 1990, W.A. Seaver.