last nite...
i had nightmares all morning
while sleeping next to you
i'd wake each time
touching you subtly
by an arm or a leg
and wait to see if
your eyes were truly shut
with sleep or just with thought
every time i was startled
by some obscene situation
waking to trace my fingers
across your neck
checking to make sure
your jugular's intact
or to assure myself that
we
"as in, you and i"
were still in bed
and not a crashed taxi-cab
i woke upon your entrance
after your exit for a drink
and your cherry reds
collided with mine
collapsing on and of myself
"i can't find you"
a momentary stumble
in the dark dawn of 3am
to discover my lips for the
10th, 12th, 13th, 200th
comfortable time
diet coke tastes like
whiskey and pure cane sugar
on your lips
i giggle at the thought
"you taste sweet"
diet coke
the lingering taste
and the taste of
sweet sweat
on your collarbones.
-mfahey '04