A Woman Made of Velvet

Her hand on my body—
Felt like velvet.

Leaving a trail of euphoria,
Oh, my body melted.

Into desert sand,
Peace,
And empty bullets.

I was her cat,
Her man,
And her exit.

Out of this miserable life,
Being with me felt
Like driving a motorcycle
With no safety helmet.

A sense of danger,
Living her life with a stranger,
Searching for the love
That would change her.

The man who would paint her—
A goddess of madness,
Wearing leather and velvet.

But she wasn’t a goddess.
She’s an avenger.

Her eyes, looking into mine,
Would leave me melted.

She was someone who ran away.
Whenever entering a heart,
She looks for an exit.

Don’t fall for a woman
Who goes to bed wearing armor and helmet.

Goes into wars like Celtics,
Leaving you—

Laying down on an empty bed,
That smells like flowers,
And no longer feels like velvet.