Three glasses of wine and a hefty line
It gave me sticky glances and I tore away
to meet you at the beginning of the bridge.
But I liked those sticky glances more than
what you murmured to me
as those arms so swathed and hidden
were mine and not yours.
It is bad and it is sad that I imagine others
in place of horizontal streams of light.
I don’t want it any more.
I never really did.
sweet dreams,
It gave me sticky glances and I tore away
to meet you at the beginning of the bridge.
But I liked those sticky glances more than
what you murmured to me
as those arms so swathed and hidden
were mine and not yours.
It is bad and it is sad that I imagine others
in place of horizontal streams of light.
I don’t want it any more.
I never really did.
sweet dreams,