Shot glass, shot love

Shot glass, shot love

 

 

a belt of whiskey

and the jeans fall

into a heap

at the end of the bed

that has hot skin,

but icy breath

as they embrace 

the loveless passion

then get off the elevator

on the floor

with the jeans

and mini-skirt

laundered lascivious moves

 

midnight marauders

make skin scurry off together

sightless to the feelings that died

so many years back

 

but the belt 

holds them up just long enough

for a last tango in the sheets

and then a kiss on the cheek

 

before that abbreviated door closes

for good.

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/19/24

Reviews

[Desert Knave]

I like this. Sometimes a shot-driven moment is the only thing that keeps me sane in a cold world. Very descriptive piece. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Jim.
Next round is on me.
j.

[AYVID N]

The poem speaks to me of the cruel side of passion. How intoxication can lead to a loveless passion. This made shiver, how cold and unfeeling the entire tryst was. They're dead to each other, only coming alive from the whiskey. A very strong feel of finality here. So powerfully written, dear Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, dear Divya,
I look up to your work, and appreciate your kind reviews...
j.

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous work. Powerful and engaging.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Thomas,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Midnight marauders. Sounds like a carry on film J. With its drink fueled passion.

Hot and steamy. No ice cubes required, they might reduce the temperature. Not alot of love there is there? A poem of the times.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Men have more regrets then they will own up to.
Thank you, Chris,
j.

[Gee]

Well Jacob the above sums up my drink fuelled womanizing ways of many moons ago both with women known to me and those met whilst wearing beer goggles, this leading to some early morning awkwardness:)
Hope you are keeping well.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

How did those Beer goggles fit?
Thank you, Gee,
j.

[Gee]

Badly and for way to long:))