after she complimented my tattoos.
It took me a second to realize she was flirting,
because I always think
why would any woman flirt with me?
She made it obvious,
but I still didn't do anything,
and then that night I walked
into Rockwood Music Hall
and she was there,
and I fell in love,
because she was equally
as stunned and happy.
We grabbed a couple club sodas,
swayed in the back,
while Danielle Durack painted the room with song,
and we got along
with laughs and body language.
At the end of the evening,
after having a grand time,
she gave me her number,
and blew her name in my ear
which blew my fucking mind.
She kissed me,
and I told her I have her first name,
tattooed on my arm,
but she didn't believe me,
so we went back to her place
where I took my jacket off
and she took everything off.
I asked her middle name,
crossed my fingers behind my back,
but to my relief
it doesn't flow in poetry.
So far it is a crash course
of interconnect intercourse,
and we both knew this,
in which we are just fucking
away the loneliness
from the last life.