You Could Be Mine de Abbe May

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