I wonder if I dreamt last night
did I sing a slurry song
full of love and dirty words
sex on the rocks and losin’ my socks?
Did you paint my lips with yours
tequila love between our legs
burning fingers squeezing on a blunt
dreaming in a fog of purple haze?
I can’t remember my eyelids
dropping like curtains on a funeral bed
drop they did for now awake
I see what we both cared not to see.
The birthing of another day pitched
with crow eyed blackness
we forgot the ugliness of life awake
our disentanglement of hope.