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.