if i could list every bar i'd ever been to
ev'ry sloppy loving drunken kiss we shared
it would fill a thousand books
written lilting lines little Kerouacs
sweet red port and
yer nestled snoring head
breast on chest
soft legs entwined with mine
remember it now
long gone days when intimacy
still came naturally
not clumsy shameful downtrodden
broken dreidel me
now too wounded to connect
or look in eyes truly