I must admit
when i go to bed at night
you're not the person
on
   my mind
when it comes to love & shooting stars
     lips & ******* and hugging thighs

you just don't quite make the cut

but

right now sprawled out naked in my bed
floating in a puddle of sweat

the thought of your cigarette stained lips
   working at my neck
those innocent smiles
and eskimo kisses

     your thumb stroking
the lining of my waist

drunk &
stupid

i realize
loneliness is far worse
than mere
complacency