shotgun shells, <br />and kentucky bourbon; <br />long howling nights, <br />bound by the moon/ <br /> <br />teeth bared to the icy cold, <br />the taste of blood. <br />lingers. <br /> <br />the fiddle weeps, <br />while the mandolin prays. <br />old hat pulled down, <br />feet dance to the sound/ <br /> <br />teeth bared to the icy cold, <br />the taste of blood... <br />lingers... <br /> <br />broke down and busted, <br />carried by the darkness. <br />fists pound the walls, <br />but there's no one home/ <br /> <br />teeth bared to the icy cold, <br />the taste of blood. <br />lingers. <br />woman, smell and touch, <br />sucks the light from empty. <br />she rolls me over, <br />cries out like a cat/ <br /> <br />teeth bared to the icy cold, <br />the taste of blood. <br />lingers.<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lingers-2/
