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. You said, "Babe, you always look

so serious." I said, "Darling, tonight I am feeling kind of

low" Wind was cold, the winter was heavy. Birds losing their

damn minds. You leaned in close, said, "You smell like

trouble." I said, "Yeah, and you taste like thyme"

We weren't saints. We weren't sinners. Just two hearts off the rails. Every rule in

my head went missing when your laugh hit me like a bell.