By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 5 May 1998

close (but no cigar)

I had you on the dance floor
  you were under my spell
I could tell, I could tell
  you loved that I 
     was drunk
  and shameless
an intoxicating stranger
  in red crushed velvet
you were strong in your own way
 all sweat and regret
   in your musky cologne
the kisses were a time capsule
  buried in bullshit
dedicated to the memory
   of Henry Miller
 that noble slave to lust

rusted up and over with
 I'm glad we had
our one stupid night
   of almost