Whiskey Vows

A long, long time ago

on a warm spring afternoon

in the park (and on the app) I met

a handsome chap (I bet).

We drank whiskey, we laughed

and before I knew, my body was naked and upright

in his living room that night.

We kissed, and fucked, and fucked ‘til the morning light

and we ate kebabs in the middle of it, right?

It was love, it was love, I dream

for that night is still within me, wherever I have been.

Then I threw a Halloween party,

and he came to it!

Yeah-y! He did do it!

I was high on Espresso Martinis

and glitter glue...

Around the fire, on the roof

we stood, we smiled –

it was a proof.

He kissed me and took me into my room

where wreaths and candles and skulls my friend lent

were watching us, and more and more guests went.

To find their coats they came by,

and we kept on getting high.

Then he said

I can’t love you

I can’t be here no more

There was no lingering, no core

And I was left with his liquid in my bowels

remembering the sun, and the whiskey vows.

Under the blossom trees we met again

He grabbed me and kissed me like I never knew

I wanted to be his, and his forever

Oh god, may this be now, or never!

I wish the clubs

will soon reopen

and we’d dance and snort

‘til we were woken

then he would make me his again

and a few days apart

we would be together like from the start.

My photo.