I love her best with her face
Pressed between sheets
Limbs splayed across a bare mattress in
Summer heat, sweat dripping from skin still
Tight from the salt in the sea, hair wild
Naked in a cheap imitation of an
Impressionist’s painting, lines begin to blur
Paint peeling from the ceiling and falling to the floor, tumbling stars
Sweating in the dead of the night
Hips leaving marks against old wooden doors
The heavy scent of regret, the memory of
Her on all fours, coffee cups in the sink
Entranced by her lips, tired eyes following smoke rings
As she is being pushed to the brink

3AM Thoughts // AKA “Red Wine Stains On All My Sheets.”