unknown number
in the middle
of the night,
asking for
a little treat,
with a wiskey
in hand,
lover's
calling,
it's your
decision
if you are
going to
answer or
not.

devil's call

and it's five am,
and i should be getting
ready do to something,
anything,
but no,
i decide to
sit on the cold,
white bathroom floor,
with a lit cigarette,
and an empty bottle
of wiskey next
to me,
while in the bedroom,
my lover sleeps peacefully
on the squeaky, messy bed,
and patiently awaits
fot my arrival
back in bed,
which will never come.