Perspectives on a Sunday night

(Jean Luc Godard's "Breathless")

Here are two poems, unedited unrefined.

I am not sure where I am going with this premise, maybe just combine them into one? Not sure yet, let me know what you all think.



muffled voices
whispering into my neck
the taste of Tequila
on their breath
as they leave my room
their skin marked with
the Love I promised
Red and Sore,
they'll never forget
the night we spent.
Their morning coffee
just a bit more bitter
the next day. The taste
of Marlboro reds,
still coating their tongue..

I watch you as you washed away
the lies used to reel you into my arms.
Stumbling as you step out of the shower..           
cold air gripping your skin, stinging
where my hands gripped you into staying..
You can't get yourself to look me in the eyes,
empty promises of "doing this" again,
You'll go home, you'll go back to what's
been calling you all night, remembering me;
Every time you tie your hair tight,
Every time you hear "unconscious desires".
Passing thoughts they fade, like the
Bruises I kissed away, Replacing them
with scars of regret, A drunken mistake..

Like my life so far, Sailing away into the sunset
We can just move on, maybe to the next stop,
Hopefully she's as beautiful as you..

(Boys Don't Cry covered by 3 6 chambers)