I need the nights
with you, and mornings with unclean teeth
making my sister bring my shoes to the beach
because I only have heels.
7am, and you,
shouting down the phone to your ex
"do you think less of me?"
but how could I ever.
48 hour days, I got dressed for the club
but just met you after work.
Driving through the night
as you traced out your life on my knee
and refused to stop kissing me.
You showed me how you diffed rings
after dark,
to blow smoke rings
we made love in three
of your cars
and never in bed, just drove roads
you worked nights
an end of summer miracle that couldn't last.