Some Markus Almond Type Crap

Two bands of hair framing her face
With bangs draped overtop
Just long enough to dip into her lashes
And the ink wells of her eyes
Captioned with a smile

She wore a checkered overall
And a band T-shirt
The first night we ever danced

As "friends", she said

But as we held tight
Just enough drunken rhythm between the two of us to stay on cue
She blacked out the rest of the sticky karaoke night
Enclosed me further with broad strokes...
And got lost in the moment...
But like roaches we scattered from the bar lights
So I carried her off
Last call pushed her into the comfort of this same old "friend's" bed
And thus the chilly porch
Then old couch
Became my posts for the night

Clocking out with a beer and a "maybe someday"

An hour passed
The night began to lose shape
So I put a dog ear on the nightcap
Gave my roommate a pat on the shoulder
Shuffled to the life-stained sofa
Cut rope
And sailed off
Into the whiskey-dipped waves of black