You Could Be Mine

Abbe May

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Divine bird of paradise
Inner city high rise
Teenage sunset
Zenobia dream
You looked good on the tv screen
Eyes wide
Staring up at the sun

Blind light
I want to be one
But oh
You're so cold
You should be mine
You look wild with a cigarette
You smell of pine and God's sweet
Walking on water
Sipping beer
I'm all shook up

I want to be near
Ice cold
But I can hear you drip
Suns warmth melting your lips
You say uh huh
You could be mine

I stalk down to your street
Vintage clothing stores and dried meats
Accapella
Songbird and wine
Heart songs and unemployment lines
Lover/fighter/nail biter
Rhyming dictionary hack of a writer

You fold your sheets down
One at a time
You say
Uh huh
Maybe
You could be mine