Signaling me you tiptoed,
towards the room,
spinning with curtains,
smoky eyes,
perfect smile,
a rough night for certain,

I crawled behind you,
making my way
through your fallen clothes,
smudged lipstick,
unhooked lingerie,
a definite overdose,

Night lamp
broke in ruins,
glass - all across the floor,
milk over-boiled,
unlocked remained
the front door,

Hasty fingers ran
all over us,
like amateur,
broken sentences,
glued lips,
I mean, are you really sure?

I can not recall,
what happened
the night before,
because I couldn’t
gather a thing,
after you tiptoed.
Photo Credit: staticflickr.com
Photo Credit: staticflickr.com

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