the din of proofed blood
faded

many nights ago

"i'ma part-time drunk
needa be half cocked
before sleep spreads her
arms and legs."

laying here, a cello rubs
low somber tunes
invisibly

my lovers thighs, her breath
her soft intoxicating flesh
gone

another muse toys in my
darkness, keeps the wheels
turning to the low somber
rub of an invisible cello