Drinking and Thinking of You 2

The low lighting and drinks

That I have fired into me

Have made my gaze

Slippery at best.

Her glass is only half empty

Of a light brown ale,

Which in small swallows

She downs.

Before last call we’re leaving

To an apartment bedroom

That smells the same

As the back of her neck.

This is the moment

Where the dread begins.

The warmth of smiles

And alcohol drains

Downward on my face.

In a beautiful woman’s room

With her splayed out before me

Gently tugging me to come inside her,

I will be drunk and painless but

I will be thinking of you.