Cinnamon and Whiskey on Winter Nights

. Neon humming on a two-lane road. Screen door singing

like an old slow song. My feet know where to go. Way before words.

You said, "Babe, you always look so serious." I said,

"Darling, the time of tonight, I am feeling kind of low."

Wind was cold, the winter was heavy. Birds are losing their damn minds.

You leaned in close, said, "You smell like trouble."

I said, "Yeah, and you taste like time." We weren't saints,

we weren't sinners. Just two hearts off the rails. Every rule in my head went