drinking

It beaded before it broke
blushing, her slave to cheek,
the heat took in before it spoke
says more than trying to speak.

let the push back
pull the town
another drink
before you drown

in the night's black,
lesser than the sin
when ethics cannot
quite squeeze in.

what would the savior do
(to you) to them to
free the blessed
from all the rest

seventy-eighty stairs
to climb
in time
to slink into her rhyme.

trying to charm her
with your wit
she's charmed, old harm
you don't get it.

the water's sliding down
the glass
taxis through the town
too fast

she's dizzy and hot
face pressed to the frame,
praying not to loose
you again.