gigondas

'There's more to man than the liquor and the lust'

she laughs as she scratches my chest
eyes below my waist she says

you know you're kinda Bowie
scratches a lot harder

a red line below the waist
turns her finger right to crash into my hip

I involuntarily arch and smile while
asking

what do you mean

like Hemingway
a few words mean everything

"take the guitar
and leave the girl"

I venture one kiss for the lips
one for the neck lean and one for each leg

look her in the eyes and soften