TORCH

by Nevada Kerr


I play the reckless game
Of feeding fitful flames
Flirting with the fickle heart
Of a fiend in human shape

She blusters and growls
And shakes her bleeding fist
I switch off the night light
With a stiff upper lip

I surely lost my grip
On tortured sense and reason
Knocked over by the trauma
And triumph of her treason

When she runs a tab in my cab
I get to keep the change
She knows what it takes
To set fire to my brain

She hits the spot screwing cops
And kissing moving trains
But it's all the same in the end
Devotion fuels disdain


Written by © Raven Drake
August 22, 2005.

Created: October 2005 © Paul Kinder

Last Updated: 10/10/05