One More Night

 
Shall we pretend this is our last evening
we scored, hocking the diamond huggies
your old man bought on your sixteenth
the day you were old enough to get pierced
and secretly tattooed on the cusp of your breast.


Shall we make out like this is our first kiss
when you lit me up and inhaled my breath
melted my pipe dreams with impassive eyes
the bitter taste of resin on your lips and whispers
of dragon tales that I’m the best hit you’ve ever had.


Shall we fake it as if you’re still a virgin
like your daddy never laid a hand on you.
You’re gone and I landed after you stopped breathing
holding you like a stillborn… because nobody’s
going to take my baby away from me.





This poem was written for the "Shall We" comp.