It takes the night,
but You'll arrive.*

Had you really done us any favors I could have seen past the subtlety of your jaundiced smile.
Callused by plumes of worthless words.

Skimming the surface of all your smoke.
but
Instead I wrote you off to cheap whiskey.
-P.S.
Insatiable appetites often linger,
Pallets often deviate.

Your breath said menthol priss,
But I couldnt hear it over the sound
of your skin screaming bliss.