from the moment of mouths,
opening eyes under skies,
slammed a six pack
in a Target dressing room.
annette negative
barefoot on the berm
she preaches to the choir.
from cleaver to wrist to towel,
we will end for the afternoon
and see other people
until tonight when we are
out of our minds
and making out in an alley.
amethyst and gold love for women,
wow Freud would have a field day with me,
at least in the morning,
and then we would do enough coke
in the afternoon
to kill a small horse.
by nature she is a silly girl,
this is the reason I am saying this
to paper, internet and forever:
because she soaps her sleeves,
joyous and damning,
washing me away.