The Dirty Glass
His charm shovels dust in the mouth of her inhibition,
as if it were coal in the heart of a locomotive.
Smiles and shot glasses shine in the dark,
as music blurs the edges of comfort
and it’s origin.
She can’t help but accept his offer,
…lust in a dirty glass.
"Let’s get out of here.."
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2014
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