Descending night

Like rain acidic and bold

Drunk before sundown and

Stumbling through downtown.

Holding hands. Falling into me

Like coptic words from my youth

Oh I know it's wrong but

even in a Cliché tongue

This feels so right.

I don't care how many hearts have broken

I don't care that we're both taken

I care that we're stumbling through downtown

So very close to our hotel and

Moments from now

You'll undress me

rough and with need

I'll bind your hands you whisper

I drink in your scent

as you lean into me