Up and down

The city looks so good on his body,
I feel all of the lights when he’s on me.


He has 2am on his lips
and I taste whiskey when we kiss.

I get drunk off of how much he means to me every night
and struggle to sober up before the morning light.

It’s overbearing.
It’s suffocating.
It almost is too much.

But there’s not a lot I wouldn’t do just to feel his touch.

So I’ll wait for him downtown
for him to finish making rounds

And when he texts “You up?”
I’ll text back “Yeah, you down?”