• poems,  poetry

    upstairs and alone

    fist pounds against metalshe staggers into itit opens and she is thereshaky feet as she yellsthe half empty bottlespilling outonto the front step she confesses her sinsand stands therewaitinghoping for embraceand releaseof a forgettablenight of sweat that aromaseeping from herthroat as she slursand kisses andcussesand touchesher invitation isall too hard to ignore her body is warmand her heart is coldyet still my arms find heri kiss her foreheadthe night so dark i dontsee her face asi leave i hope and wishfor morethat her breath willnot sting my eyesthat she will notcurse me for spendingthe night in her bed but the music isdeafeningheart on fireher closenesswith conditionsher lovewas casual j-