Cozy under covers
Bar stools tipped over
Still tipsy
From the rug pulled out
From under us
No sweeping off feet
We both fell for it
The lights
In this small room
Look so elegant
Weeping over your skin
Translucent
Veins calling my lips
To the soft conundrum
Of pillowtalk
And clinking drinkware
In cheers
To the health
We are drinking away
Plenty vain
And basically
A balm
For base desires
The gateway drugs
To nirvana’s gate
Boots under the bedframe
Exquisite
Forgettable
Let’s check out
One last time
