I have a boat in my ribcage, 

woman, it gets air from you, 

I know you prefer silence over romantic cacophonies, 

but you should know…it gets air from you. 

I want one changed evening with you babe, one god-damned evening. 

We will be in our brown cafe of mahogany chairs and coffee; like bullets, 

and we will gamble all through the white night. 

We will be pierced with sharp erections. 

I have always been waiting to gamble with you…

only if you are ready to take everything from my loss. 

Let’s just bring it on in this highway of drizzling amalgamation.