I was thinking about
how great it would be
to have your hips
pressed to my own
cocked backward on
legs for days
and you reaching around
for your beer
that I didn't pass to you,
but we're at the dive
expressly to get drunk
and we're not gay
together
so I'm content
to occupy my mouth
with the lips
of my glass and my eyes
with the bartender's
tip garnering
blouse.
