In, I strut
with a grin.
My teeth drip with
with liquid sin,
and I lick them.
It tastes of
brandy and gin
as I rest my chin
upon her skin.

I sigh under
the midnight sky,
and take my
pill with a
gulp of rye.

Stretched with one
hand in the ashtray,
and the other
covering my eyes,
I feel her burn
I feel her love
in the slick dust
from
my last gasp
of cigarette.