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Clyde Riggs Poem
We never thought we'd sleep in a gutter.
But, your words were sweet and smooth as butter.
"Just another shot," you whispered in my ear.
Your eyes gave me shivers as you sipped a beer.
"One," said the barkeep as he slid over the glass.
A flame slid down my throat as the liquid passed.
We stumbled down the stairs at the front of the bar.
"If we keep it going like this we won't get far."
He laughed and I grinned at the wrinkles around his eyes.
He slid behind me and his hands grazed my things.
Down the road with no sidewalk,
Stumbling through our entire walk.
My feet failed in a second I was on all fours.
We rolled down the slope my hand still in yours.
You were on top of me, hands by my face.
This maybe the wrong time but, there is no special place.
Lips met, fingers twined,
Two bodies of new treasure to find.
Wet grass pressed in my back.
Rolling around till muscles went slack.
You rolled off panting into the night.
I looked into your eyes and saw them bright.
Consciousness left us both.
I'll learn your name in the morning was my oath.
Sunlight pries open my eyes.
The light of day lifts my guise.
I felt warm arms around my shoulder.
I'd just made a mistake of someone ten years older.
Sliding from between your arms,
You'd lost your looks and lost your charms.
Your eyelids flutter and I guess it's time to run.
I turned and sped towards the morning sun.
Copyright © Clyde Riggs | Year Posted 2014
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