Childless on a heavy night means whiskey again
and a perfect waist.
Here's what I'm thinking:
it means a few holy promises:
One. to fuck like run-wild
Two. to sleep like paper next to jesus.
Three. to taste your smoke-heavy lips.
Four. to praise cotton for laying on my tits like light breath.
Five: to give you birds, like fire from flint.
Six: to stand on books and sing under low light.
So on and so on until the day settles down inside my room
under the covers,
slathering itself on my thighs.