Steel rose
The Crocodile
Cigarettes After Sex
Dim Seattle

Steel with scent
Of rose
Welded by heat
Of Cigarettes After Sex

With the sweat of
Swaying to songs
You look at me
And smile

In a concert crowd
Of collared shirts
You’re focusing
On me

Dim lights
Drowning in the
Atmosphere
Standing room only

Colorful lipstick rust
On the petals
Cascades
Through the air

You take its thorns
And you put them
In your mouth
Like dark chocolate

Hanging off of lips
Romantic sentiments
Paradoxical
Apocalypse

Melting together
Sweet as caramel
And savory
Like sea salt

Among the crowd
We have our
Comforts in
Each other

Holding your waist
And kissing you deep