the blood in me loves you
and other sweet nothings
i can make real
simply by speaking them, lover
with your head in my lap
my hands in your long hair
and the night fraying at the
edges around us
giving way to dawn
for the second time
what a treat to watch it
become light once again
with you
and other sappy shit, too
because that’s what i’m good at
putting more poetry
and romance into whatever
it is we have
whatever it is
we had
than there ever could have been
and sometime it feels like
all that’s left between us is
an empty bottle of rum
two dirty shot glasses
and the shaking of my hands
the aching of my teeth
and what an ending that is,
lover
what an ending this is
giving back the time
i had tried to borrow
for us