For a
moment,
within
these whisky
night
shadows.

let me
have
your eyes
to dream
within,

because
I have
been
beat up
and battered
around,
for way to
long

a time.

holes in
my denim
shirts
front
pocket.

from each
time my
broken
heart
has cut
through
my chest

and run

away.

tired
of being
lonely.

like the
last renegade
drunk
at the
bar.

or the
last bouquet
of sundowner
flowers,


that
no one
will
be taking
home..

in my gut
I need

someone
to take
me home.

to be their
vessel
if only
for awhile,

that I
might
blossom
and bloom
within.

someone
to tell me
their
secrets,

and let
me
give
mine in
return.

can you
promise
me this.

with
both eyes
closed

and kiss
me with
open lips
deep.