I’ve left ashes on the counter as your image through the smoke
and the whisky bottle never empties in the shadow of our Lord
dance is twisted moving close
music falls like icy rains
steps are down and up they go
glasses sleeping on the floor
yet the rainbows lack to come…
I have seen her in the crowds young and never losing ground
with a storm front in the eyes and the thunder down her thighs
running faster than the thought
brings my heart beating delight
bruises on the southern peak
kissed my cheeks with burning hips
yet the colors have left home…
Then the water turned to wine just before the St John’s time
and the devil made me drink from this bottle for a while…