she fucks away those
nights when the streetlights hiss and
twist yellow lonely bodies (her winter skin)
between dusk sheets (his legs knotted in cheap fabric)
sipping warmth from unknown limbs
when all she can breathe is

and sometimes he can't take enough
of her (consensual thievery)
and sometimes she takes too much
of everything (white chemical vacancy).

she thaws away those
nights when his voice licks and
hides crooked sonnets (stay for me)
in her empty room (stay with me)
like a wasted cigarette.

somehow inspired by fight club and a stained paper coffee cup found in the street. it really has nothing to do with either. I probably should have just stopped after the first stanza. thanks to all who put me in their favorites.