Spin the Bottle

we play spin the bottle like children pulling wings off flies no care full abandon no threat of the truth the next the tomorrow the what just the now the moment the this a spin spin spin that mocks time laughs at space ignores death outruns faster pussycat kill kill with spinning twisting promises of faster lips kiss kiss and faster lips lick lick we play spin the bottle like gap year backpackers lost waiting to be found like dust floating settling wafted away paper thin tissue not yet crumpled as teenagers loose and joyous and raptured in dares in youth in new flesh we play spin the bottle like a lover’s roulette with bullets firing when what who in erratic heartbeats that pass pass pass by me in a twirling mirror of glass with no sip left inside until it skims rotate slows rotate slowing rotate when rotate what rotate who rotate to a pause stop on me