The blinds were shut, but the moon
still shined through the thin cracks, falling
on the rising dust,
dancing like blue smoke, in the distance
of two clumsy, sleeping lovers.
It took him three hours
to finally shut up and fall asleep.
his breath, warm, hitting against my neck
I can still taste the wine in his exhales
It stings just a little.
after I kissed him he told me I had turned him to stone
I wish I could say I know every beat his heart
makes, I dont.
but I know that it does