In the rundown apartment on State Street
Where glitter falls down on us like rain
Tattooing our skin in rainbow freckles
And gold streetlights peaking in from the window
Dance across the room
Casting us in a vortex of geometric cut-outs

We sit on a bare mattress the color of rose dust
Scars of wear spiderweb the surface
Releasing tufts of cotton fluff that smell of must

The sweet tang of bourbon creates a sticky layer on my tongue
And ropes of pale hair plaster themselves to my flushed skin
I am soaring in giddiness
For this summer, for this night, for you

Music and chatter drone on below us
A low beat, familiar and nostalgic
My heart tries to match rhythm
But your presence interferes

We lay side by side, my hand in yours
Clammy skin like melted plastic
Fusing into one
“Look at me.”
I can’t see your face
I lift my head, inhale your breaths
Bourbon and sweet, sweet nicotine
You kiss me my last first kiss