Another Dream of Pandora

she moved me

eyes dancing

like some whiskey-fueled go-go girl

into drunk lust

and I knew

even before she asked

I would follow her anywhere

into that night

clouded stars playing havoc

with my direction

but sometimes there is only

one way to go

down

down into the tattoo heatwave

of sweat-stained sheets

like some slick

desert

drive