Another
Night.
Another
Itch,
The two
Of you
Writhe
In
Syncopated
Lust.

Released
You roll
Away,
Falling
Asleep

Only to
Awake,
Your head
On his
Thigh
Where
Leg
Meets body,
His fingers
In your
Hair,
Eyes closed,
Thin curls
Of smoke
Hang
In the air,
The clink of
Glass against
Stone.

Wordless
You stand,
Combing
Him
From your
Hair.

He looks up
At you,
Bottle
Half-raised,
Thin blue
Smoke
Drifting
About him-
You walk away,
Adjusting
Your skirt.

You look
Back-
He stands
In his
Doorway,
Sunlight
As prison,
The scent
Of
Bourbon
And
Cigarettes,
Fading
As you
Walk
Away.