My bowl is broken
There’s a crack at the tip
A splinter where my lips go
My bowl is broken, but
I slide my lips against the chip
to inhale my joy
I know with the slightest
movement, or
a reckless caress,
blood will run.
I inhale and I’m 20 again
My hips in your hands
My fingers fondling your
naked neck.
Halogen headlamps expose us
We kiss
We laugh
We dance to
surround sound Incubus
from your truck
running in a desolate parking lot
You see me
I see you
Sometimes I wonder if
you still pretend too
