Here we are,
in the morning.
Your legs wrapped around my ankles
lying in bed.
The gloomy morning is surprisingly hot,
and all you can afford to give me is a lazy
“morning”,
and I give you back a content smile.
You twist and stretch your body
crumbling and rustling papers filled with poems from last night
and reach over
and light up your half smoked blunt
and I grab and kiss the warm lips
of the handle of Gin, sitting by the side
of the bed
from last night.
Gently,
I kiss the bite marks of her name on your neck I left last night,
and you,
gently
trace his name across the scars you left on my chest last night,
and it’s all fine. A couple of
in-betweeners
losing…something, in this purgatory
of bed sheets, papers of poems, Blunts of Mary Jane and handles of Gin
and somewhere in my mind I wonder
you do too, I assume
“What if…”
“What if we weren't survivals of a past freak accident?”
“What if we had crashed and burned with each other, not victims of a series of unfortunate collision?”
“What if you were mine, and I was yours and neither one of us belong to someone else?”
What if this, that, and a million other things
“What if…”
I’m drunk,
and you’re high,
and this is all bullshit.
It’s just us;
a couple of in-betweeners
lying.
in the morning.
Your legs wrapped around my ankles
lying in bed.
The gloomy morning is surprisingly hot,
and all you can afford to give me is a lazy
“morning”,
and I give you back a content smile.
You twist and stretch your body
crumbling and rustling papers filled with poems from last night
and reach over
and light up your half smoked blunt
and I grab and kiss the warm lips
of the handle of Gin, sitting by the side
of the bed
from last night.
Gently,
I kiss the bite marks of her name on your neck I left last night,
and you,
gently
trace his name across the scars you left on my chest last night,
and it’s all fine. A couple of
in-betweeners
losing…something, in this purgatory
of bed sheets, papers of poems, Blunts of Mary Jane and handles of Gin
and somewhere in my mind I wonder
you do too, I assume
“What if…”
“What if we weren't survivals of a past freak accident?”
“What if we had crashed and burned with each other, not victims of a series of unfortunate collision?”
“What if you were mine, and I was yours and neither one of us belong to someone else?”
What if this, that, and a million other things
“What if…”
I’m drunk,
and you’re high,
and this is all bullshit.
It’s just us;
a couple of in-betweeners
lying.
