legs are slick
scissoring
sin and
bedsheet and skin
talon grips
pillow
slips
cotton tethers
the night
is made
for ease
but i fight
like i never
want to see
daybreak.
bottoms up
i fell
clumsily
into love
caught
off guard
all
topsy turvy
in a vertigo
i enjoy
more
than i let on
he laughed
brushed
the dirt
from my scraped
knee
and
casually
remarked
do you
always
defy
gravity?
for the right
moment
the right
mouth
i break
every rule
i was told
i need to
follow
the ground
is where
the foundation
of anything
great
begins.
chasing mania
on nights
like these
i
chainsmoke
drink
write
i dance
trying
to outrun
the voices
the heaviness
the
not-good-enough
not-nearly-enough
of life
of blank faces
empty eyes
cold lips
on nights
like these
my skin
burns
come-hithers
and shivers
coaxing
lioness
from
complacent
housecat
on nights
like these
i channel
the woman
whose hips
speak
with a cheshire grin
whose
spine
curves
like
a question mark
that punctuates
need
as an
answer
whose
mouth
is a weapon
half-cocked
and ready
to be fully
loaded
on nights
like these
i am
pliable promise
breaking
until the cigarettes
are all ash
and the bottle is empty
and the sun
threatens tomorrow