Whiskey hit my system with the elegance of
A five-ton tractor trailer plowing through
Fragile folds of psyche, rolling waves of longing
You told me to call you if I miss you and
I can’t stop calling
Breathing sweaty needs down the line
Making salacious promises to your answering machine
I wanted only to be indispensable, for your
Ferocious touch to compensate for unspoken desire
I needed nothing more than the pressure of your mouth
Rooting me to the ground, your hips in line with mine
Conveniently forgetting the image of your tongue behind
Another girl’s teeth, longing to be adored
Talking myself in circles until I fall with remorse
At another man’s feet

3AM Thoughts // AKA “Empty Promises Lost in Translation.”