I’ve only known you for hours. We drink together.
We drink and we get drunk. I love the liquid
feel of the buzz, the ease of the room.
I am charming when I drink. I lie
and tell stories. You smile and look at my face
when I speak. You are intense and completely mine.
I notice the lines around your eyes, the folds of your lips
when you smile.
When we dance, your chest is warm on mine. It’s hot and we sweat
and our sweat mixes through our shirts. My beard is stiff with salt
when we kiss. My hands feel your bald head. I wonder
if you’ll mind the laundry on my bedroom floor.
I wonder where you’ll go in the morning.
William L. Alton