I saw your face
in a lit candle
in Bed Bath & Beyond.
Slow walk through the isles
make love for display
headlights and horn blast.
Get thrown out-
face on a picture- not allowed back here
gps the closest one so we can go round two.
Will grow old here
mirrors on our arms so we can’t grow old now
and will be alive here.
Candle in my eyes
and we both getting lose here-
next year- will meet in the middle
maybe a Lowes- find our newest low.
Face on a picture
it’s our first one
caught smiling- running with our ass out.
Saint's Muse 