SHOT THROUGH THE HEART

         There she was, lust in motion that one summer night. I met her about a month ago, walking through yet another sunset smoked on fast love & Italian wine. Blonde & 46, a chiseled body made up high and a touch to make a blind man see… any 20-something vamp in this godforsaken country a knife in her gun fight. One talk and the damage was done - her music, her movies, her thoughts and views on this fucking life and love… I was a goner. One kiss and I knew I was holding the best for miles. The way she walks, the way she talks… She buries any that bleeds once a month in this city of screw-ups. How could she not? How could one born and raised in the era of the Bee Gees and Rocky not throw a Venus-shaped shadow on any 20-something, lipstick-and-paint cracker, any 30-something Jezebel around? We live in a fucked-up world, one where kids are taught not to judge somebody on their music, movies, political color… whatever the fuck it is… We live in a world where kids are taught not to judge, period. Maybe that’s the root of many problems that plague these shitty times, but that ain't the point… Fact is these 40-something women could school any younger counterpart any day of the week. Especially this one... Whether wine by the pool or bodies under bedroom lights, the woman’s second to none.