you looked so good
when I touched you
I became old.
Dirty thoughts raced ahead
of the “how was your days” and the
“nice, glad you’re homes.”
I trembled out of human control
I drank the cheap ale down hard
smoked fast and frequent.
your body rolled
on the top of my mouth
If you are alone in dark
water, wait for me.
I’ll be the fist of plunder
the knife of excess
the city fountain lit with blue
a rope out, a hand job.
Annieepoetry 