We were Bonnie and Clyde baby
with our shoes untied
jumping over cracks in the sidewalk
and sneering at motorcars.

I Bonnied your Clyde
and watched with a sidelong glance
as you learned that my eyes are like guns
targeting your lips as you sighed.

You Clyded my Bonnie
skinned my knees
laughed out of the corners of your mouth
as you made me love dangerous poetry.

Thievery
we stole each other's breath
ate each other's air
and in the betrayal of the moment,
Shot each other down.

06/05/2006

Author's Note: rough sketch of new poem

Posted on 06/05/2006
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