Drunk

NYC, 7 Ave, 1 Jan.
Barkeep: “You and her, get the hell out!”

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So drunk you say,
as we lean in together
in the door way,
to escape this lousy wind.
    
So the police pass
and you *** on the floor
and laugh
while I eat your food.

And so we leave
holding hands and
like lovers we kiss,
(while the bus waits).

We ride the streets
to your home.
And I remove your clothes
Rub your feet,
kiss your cheek.

And the promise
Never came.
Was never asked for
(Too old to *****)
Besides a loving hold
in your arms
makes a soul
a better place.