Honey, Put Down the Bottle

To Krissy

The night she came to me
and never left when the
black gossamer feathers
drift lazy on the breeze.

Her shadow on the floor
hazel eyes and full mouth,
I lost myself
when I wanted to save her.

Lips crushed together
like recycled pop cans,
hands clasped together
a whispered "I love you."

Our bodies fuse
like we're never
meant to seperate.

We still share those
intimate glances
across the room.

She has a new girl
and I have myself,
but I'm not the girl
I used to be.