Intoxicated

March 25, 2017

It had been a night
of silence
thought and of quietness
making love
no talking or speaking
unsure of intentions.

I cried
and in the love,
on that night
it was as though
neither of us were
not quite sure

Until now.

And if I weren’t sure
I would have told him to
take his crescent wrenches
and fuck off,

but
…he was crying too
he doesn’t cry
ever
I cry, not him.

So, I slid into bed next
to him…

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