you, me and a bottle makes three
lying on the floor, in a heap by the door
we're a mess, but I confess
I don't care, you are beautiful.
you slip a sip of whatever drip is in this bottle.
it goes down smooth with an after burn of
"I don't give a fuck! Lets dance!"
I must admit this chance of romantic dance
enchants my throbbing heart into knots of
uneasy pleasure.
"I can't dance" I say.
you persist to resist my resistance
"no, I can't dance. Not when I'm this tipsy."
you tip the drip to your lips
to slip another sip of whatever is in this bottle.
then you dip to the ground
pulling me down with you.
I'd kiss you, but I'm afraid I'm no good.
I'm afraid I'd be no good.
I've never kissed lips, only chocolate kisses
but even then I prefer hugs.
so you hug me,
and it's lovely
for it's only
you and me
and a bottle, makes
three.

10/06/2011

Posted on 10/06/2011
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