We drunk patrons, suspended
together
clasped into a clumsy swirl
Our palms grasping
dormant skin and bone,
merge our lips, slathered
by grotesque kisses,
lick, graze the shameful alcoves
of our legs
brushing aside hair
permitting our fingers to traverse
Yours, furiously combing my head,
and yielding
once you enter me
and exit
and allow your insatiable hands
to consume me
in a pathetic, naked embrace.
