Remember when I promised you forever?
Well I only meant tonight and
the little bit of air left in the high
of my lungs. So keep me alive with
the onslaught of your breath, the wet
corners of your lips pressed clumsily
against my own. Let us draw this out
like the waist of your pants lying
somewhere in the past, when you
still thought you were gay and
men looked good in nothing at all.