Alone, Together

It started with vodka and your aroma of fresh bread,

frozen stones of dirty streets melted in open pools.

I wanted, yes yearned, to pitch tents with you

in the blaze of midnight sun and the scent of rain.

I wanted you as my igniting spark with ember words.

I felt drawn and impassioned to give myself to you -

a drunken state with liquor bottles reflected on night stands,

breathing and moving together in well rehearsed symphony

as I waited for you to be close enough to stroke my hair,

a touch to reaffirm my existence and worth as a human being.

I felt sheltered in my naked skin as I let you come in

alone, together, promising only to be one night friends.

I begged you to be my shadow soul mate singing tipsy love songs.

The next morning, minus you, I remembered the drunken sex,

sweaty lust and wet passion engraved on shards of my mind -

the pieces left behind while I returned to my own bed alone,

awakening to begin my search, once again, for a heartbeat.