the way she

sparks in the dark

and leans over close

to tell you things

you don't wanna know

with rolling words

and cold breath. she

loves you more than time

but can't find the time to take the

39 steps to heaven and be russian woman.

she wants that spark from

your eyes, she'll take it and never

give it back, die clutching sparkles to her chest.

just give her back her diamonds

of lust and lies and lounging

spirits in vodka bottles.

just let her be and be and be

and be and be and be contrived.

she's falling into you

and you're letting her, even though

there's not a space for her in the

cobwebs and cowbells.