One-night-stand.
One nightstand.
Sinking back into my body, the morning breaks in through the slit between the curtains.
I shield my eyes. in a stark white room...my only company a single nightstand.
One night, spent thousands of miles away from my (soul).
Beside this nightstand.
Inside of her the Holy Bible,
wholly untouched.
A Holy Bible in the heart of the nightstand.
I press her heart to--my own heart beating against walls of paper beneath this satin sheath.
Its pristine pages peel back with a crackle between my fingers.
One nightstand.
Filled with holiness, loathing my company wishing for loneliness
in a room lit with a whisper of light through a cigarette stained lampshade.
How this earth seems SO far from heaven!!
and spread. (legs)
Warmed only by thoughts of childhood.
If only you knew. If only I knew! If only I could remember his name...
Jerem-Jeremi- Jermaine or was it George, something starting with a Juh.
Checkered shirt, messy car, late night drive-thru, my sim card lost--did I find it? Oh yes!
Thank God.
When I see the boys I'll give them a high-five. (happy)
And they'll smile with me. Or down on me. (lie down)
One nightstand,
if only she could speak.
I would cut out her tongue! (harsh)
So helpless standing there in this filth.
So unable to help.
Too late to pick up the pieces of me.
Forever.
