gin

her cross sparkles blasphemy
as it hangs between generous breasts
that press against her silk shirt
welcoming the unwelcomed

he has dark blue eyes that -:-shine-:-
in the f.l.a.s.h.i.n.g lights
& he is watching her from across the room
while she downs a 5th shot of
“whatever’s the strongest, mr. bartender”

he beckons her come here with a sly grin
& she knows how it will go anyway
with sheets smelling of stale cigarettes
& cheap wine staining his tongue
with him being so gentle &
pretending it all means something

(or maybe it’s just all that gin whispering
telling her how to see the world
but tonight
my pretty baby
don’t you feel better than ever)

completed on 11/29/07