A Drink?

A night that didn't kill me.

I went in for a
short embrace,
but ended up
with you,
pushed up against
the granite and stone,
your head rested
on
the metal.


One night
two thoughts.

Suddenly, the
was no her
just me, you,
and every guy
at the bar.

you slipped your
hands around my
waist
mine, on your neck.

I pulled away
to see your closed
eyes
she was gone in two days
but the graveyard
seemed beautiful.

with your head
pushed up against my
heart.

We no longer talked
about Dickens

To a passer by
we could have
seemed in love,
unsightly, adorable,
or
vile.

To hell with them.

I do.

Maybe, in time.