bottle and a night
slick with alcohol rained
sweat, dark alley regrets to
engrave history along our arms
and lips. ink sticks - no,
dare me, to find the
minute you tear me open
is gone in the taxi wheels of
the corner we met. rushed
under-
neath, we
cum too sweet, like
hard scars, spreading thru
veins and back bars
cloudy streets rolling down
avenues, and the fog that
melts into asphalt late at night
after fingers
tried to keep
the bottle steady.
hands warm &
wet with more
from your crevice
and curves
the subway holds
on tight to
this bottle
and a
night.