A Last Kiss(The First Of More)

We are destined to be intertwined


I am stuck to the chair
with three empty wine bottles.

The cops are at the front door
because sometimes, love is violent
and lingers on
much longer than it should.

The broken glass
will sit in the middle of the floor
for days
because I´m in first place
and can´t quit now.

I can´t lift my head off the table
but the yelling from the bedroom
is getting louder.

The week has just begun
and it´s already clogged in the drainage ditch.


The other night,
those words and caresses
felt like
good byes
but
somewhere in the subtext
two people
were screaming.
Don´t look away!
I love you, I love you

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Booze and love don't mix. Can lead you into a bad place like in the poem. I like the description and the strong ending. Thank you for a outstanding poem.
Coyote