Needle Romance

F**ck!
She clutches her arm
Fingers pressing as if to staunch a bullet wound
Her arm is naked
Scandalous
Flesh pale beneath her grasping fingers.

She is watching a pale face
Eyelashes flutter
Head bowed as if in mourning
Waiting, dreaming
Wishing

Eyes meet
They smile, vulnerable
She reaches out, fingers cold and hopeful
They catch their breath

Their recovery time is over
As well as any chance
Of a needle
Or a romance.