Keep a bottle near me in case she kisses me and goes to sleep. Honey has a horribly twisted love in her lips I can’t resist, bent with a hand on her hip and pride. Dried tears and warm beers because we danced too much and forgot about them, Fingerprints on my lips ear, last place she touched or thought of me.
The opposite of amnesia comes between us and sunlight is the enemy. Forever severed by the sound of last call. What are we now? Two souls lost in pizza slices and where we wished we could be. Anybody but you, anywhere but here. Whispers and french cheeses. Coney Island kisses and a game prize.
Hold me like you don’t mean it because baby it’s cold. She shivers and I’m frozen. My floor creeks and her bed leans into us like a depression.
I don’t know how to talk to you, and although I’d like to.
texting at this hour might not help that effort,
but, I’ve got midnight in my blood and its the only time
I feel like being honest. The moon must hold some magic
over me. I should be in bed
rather than emptying the bottles of my emotions.
But that’s tomorrows problems. For now,
I’ll stand still under Mercury,
counting stars that don’t appear
above my empty city, say a little prayer
and ask Hermes for deliverance
I’ll ask: is it better with your father yet?
Have you had vegetables today?
When was the last time you read your palm
and saw a future instead of long and
useless lines? Are we still friends?
Do you even care? Who warms your bed and stokes
your hair? Do I sound jealous? Should I not be?
Why does it feel like I’m questioning air?
Did you know that I will always love you,
and that your name carries a weight
my heart can never ever shed?