there are nights where your absence chokes out my breath
and the only way i can finally rest
is to heavy-handedly pull at the tides of my brew
the way you'd paw at the hips of my skirt
silently signaling you'd finally had too much to drink
your lack of grace illuminated
in whiskey-breath
and neon jukebox glow
so off we'd go
leading the liqour-lust parade
trailing downpours of drink chips in our wake
and you'd take up my hand
in your forklift phalanges
such a prideful little man-cub
with a puffed out chest and a leather vest
only softening your edges in the sanctity of my lumpy bed
when you've got the chance to rest your noisy head atop my naked breast
oh you rusted demi-god
though i do miss the struggle
and the snuggles
and the ***
i'll be just fine with my growler of stout
and your leftover whiskey in the freezer
forgetting what i'd learn
during our staggered steps home
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
there are nights where your absence chokes out my breath
and the only way i can finally rest
is to heavy-handedly pull at the tides of my brew
the way you'd paw at the hips of my skirt
silently signaling you'd finally had too much to drink
your lack of grace illuminated
in whiskey-breath
and neon jukebox glow
so off we'd go
leading the liqour-lust parade
trailing downpours of drink chips in our wake
and you'd take up my hand
in your forklift phalanges
such a prideful little man-cub
with a puffed out chest and a leather vest
only softening your edges in the sanctity of my lumpy bed
when you've got the chance to rest your noisy head atop my naked breast
oh you rusted demi-god
though i do miss the struggle
and the snuggles
and the ***
i'll be just fine with my growler of stout
and your leftover whiskey in the freezer
forgetting what i'd learn
during our staggered steps home
