I'm sorry
                (i guess)
the words roll out of my mouth and swirl into the air
like the smoke from too many cigarettes
last night
we curl and tumble
drunk and dazed
and
swallowed in temptation
in a quiet living room

hesitant grasps
of my hips
we curl and tumble.
wet kiss on my mouth
tastes of molson
and bittersweet longing

you say you have to leave
she's waiting for you at home
we say we'll see each other in hell,
at least.
timid laughter.
i close the door.
i drift off and see you in my sleep
i'm not sorry.