*vinyl crackle*

(neon hum)

Poster on the wall—city kissin’ on the glue line,

Stapled by the moon, headlines in a blue shine.

Bell-tone tickin’, pockets heavy like a tool line,

Kick-drums talk—boom—truth in a rude time.

I’m the rumor in the rain, the spark in the gutter,

Teeth flash gold when I bite through the shutter.

Ass like a billboard—slow pan, full frame,

Hands say “mine,” and the night says my name.

We don’t do polite—nah—we do pressure,

Tongue writes cursive—body reads every letter.

Nails leave commas on my back for a sentence,

Shot glass halo—saint of the offenses.

Cash like confetti when the train gusts by,

Ink runs quick where the lip prints dry.

Turn you to a street ad—legs on the skyline,

Fuck it—own the frame, we can redraw the guideline.

Smoke makes halos, streetlamps crown,

Boots on concrete—bassline brown.

Door half-closed—privacy thin,

Neighbors hear thunder and pretend it’s wind.

If lust is a billboard—baby, we plaster,

City says “faster,” I answer “faster.”

Grip like a staple—click—hold steady,

Sweat on the edge where the paper gets heavy.

(hush)

Bell-light drippin’ on the side of your face,

Your hands say stay—your eyes say chase.

Pin me up—keep me close to ya,

Paper skin—let the city blow through ya.

Kiss me hard till the edges curl over,

Read my body like a late-night poster.

Pin me up—keep me close to ya,

Ink runs wild when the heat pulls closer.

Say my name till the staples turn silver,

I’m your midnight—your always—your poster.

Tenor in the smoke, thoughts lean italic,

Quiet like a ghost but my hunger causes havoc.

Bell notes—windchimes—dial-tone prayers,

I’m writing between kick hits—sideways stairs.

Your laugh is a flicker in a puddle of chrome,

Your sigh is a siren that’s calling me home.

We barter with truths, then we tip them with lies,

Trade little deaths for a big, bright rise.

Tongue like a fountain pen—ink-blue motive,

Margin to margin—the curve turns quotable.

You arch like a question that knows its answer,

Sweat beads count time like a patient dancer.

City’s got teeth—chews us to glitter,

We sparkle in the grind till the corners get bitter.

If love is a crime—book both wrists,

Pose for the mugshot—wet-lipped bliss.

I’m soft with the edges—hard with the center,

You’re heat in December—storm in the winter.

We ghost through alleys where the cameras blink,

Graffiti says “saints”—we’re closer than you think.

Your whisper is a match—mine’s gasoline,

We bloom in the dark—black velvet sheen.

When the bassline dips—our secrets rise,

I trace every line till the paper sighs.

(yeah)

Hold me flat—let the thunder roll lighter,

Your breath on my neck makes the small print brighter.

Pin me up—keep me close to ya,

Paper skin—let the city blow through ya.

Kiss me hard till the edges curl over,

Read my body like a late-night poster.

Pin me up—keep me close to ya,

Ink runs wild when the heat pulls closer.

Say my name till the staples turn silver,

I’m your midnight—your always—your poster.

*tape hiss*

Strip it back—bass and bells in the gutter,

Heartbeat under—two shadows in shutter.

(oh)

Hands up—pressed flat—don’t move—just hover,

We sin in the negative, print in each other.

Short skirts, tall lies—both get lifted,

Prayer on the waist—yeah, the whole room shifted.

I say grace on your spine—amen—then feast,

Savage with the rhythm—poet with the grease.

Post-er child of the don’t-ask nights,

We bend street laws into bedroom rights.

Lights switch—flicker—cinema grain,

Thunder in the window when I speak your name.

Neon confessional—tell me your worst,

I’ll turn it to a toast—bottoms up—then thirst.

You bite like a rumor—sweet with a sting,

I groan like a cello—dark wood ring.

Bedsprings preach—hallelujah in metal,

Sweat writes scripture where our halos settle.

We grin like thieves—saints in a scandal,

You burn like a candle—I’m both wax and handle.

When the hi-hat rolls—we roll with the fate,

Two fingerprints melting in a city that’s late.

Staple me twice—once for the sin,

Once for the promise we’re making again.

Pin me up—keep me close to ya,

Paper skin—let the city blow through ya.

Kiss me hard till the edges curl over,

Read my body like a late-night poster.

Pin me up—keep me close to ya,

Ink runs wild when the heat pulls closer.

Say my name till the staples turn silver,

I’m your midnight—your always—your poster.

*neon flicker*

(whisper) poster… po-ster… po—ster…

The bells fade—heat stays—then it’s over.