A deeper red is moistened for Leana's lips;
Nicole's fingers no longer scratch her itch;
a voice from within tugs upon Jake;
in the rearview mirror, Rachel loses her face.
Sadly, Anna may mourn like her one day.
Si distils his boredom in a long glass of poison
as Joni readies rage like cannons from war ships.
All the while, I trace hands over the eternity
of these eternally gun pointing hips.