Firebird

Nights like these I can't help but remember

Deserted parking lots, steaming asphalt

The smell of lightning as the clouds swallowed the stars.

Somebody else's music from a patio we couldn't see, two feet, heart beats and a dead battery. Home was a universe away. We had nothing to kill but time and the buzz from a five dollar bottle of wine.

I dared you to show me your muscle. You so willingly obliged. The rain on the hood did nothing to dampen the flames, as we let that Phoenix rise.

Natasha Head