and the ripple in each tender muscle
vein pop and sinew delicious
he will get naked in seconds flat
mid west fucked up and we know it
the accent when he talks dirty
boils in my head
Injecting me with metabolized booze
the sex makes me drunk and exhausted
but in the hours we spend under and over and beyond
what seems humanly possible
In these sheets I am still broken
not in my thighs or the kiss but in that place love happens
and I give and take it just a little longer
because the wash of this cunts ears
only knows how your heart beats at the tip
but we love it and each other in our fucked up way
until I walk out the door at 9 am
Lone wolf in this trail of tears collecting affection, pretending
washed clean in the lust of the midnight ride
