cigarettes for breakfast, bare legs in yellow light.
I'll make the coffee, wake you slowly,
let the day trickle in as it will.
you do not have to touch me so gently.
whiskey for lunch, porn in the afternoon.
wrap my hair around your fist, pull on me hard,
leave bruises, tracks on the inside of my thigh.
high in the sunset, take everything from me.
press me up against the wall, bare skin,
we'll show them all.
wine for dinner, fuck all night.
use my mouth like a miracle, the quiet that comes:
smoke on the ceiling, gin at midnight.
the drug of possession, intemperate lust,
long hours, cold touch under a quiet sky.