No Heaven

Your perfume mixed with gasoline.
God, I hate what this could mean.
Your fingertips along my neck, slow enough to feel obsessed.
No sleep inside this hotel room.
Just city noise and you.
You move like a warning sign, but I cross it every time.
And when your body sways slow, the whole room goes quiet.
Velvet static in my head.
Your voice keeps crawling through my chest.
Red lights flicker on your skin.
Hmm.