For a
moment,
within
these whiskey
breath
shadows.

let me
have
your eyes
to dream
upon,

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

stand full

measure

of myself.


holes in
my denim
shirt
front
pockets

from each
time my
broken
heart
has fallen
from my chest.

tired
of being
lonely.

like the
last renegade
man stranded
at a run down
bar.

or the
last bouquet
of sundowner
flowers,
that
no one

tonight will
be taking
home..

in my gut
I need

someone
to take
me home.

to be the
vessel

to fill
if only
for a while,

that I
might
blossom
and bloom
with
someone
to tell me
their
secrets,

and let
me
give them
mine for

safe keeping
in return.

can you
promise
me this.

with
both eyes
closed,


and a

prayer of

salvation with

all of

your might.


and seal

it with a

kiss deep
with open lips,


and a million

promises


that this moment

will never  end..