anxiety aphrodisia

enough said
over fed

took me away
to a place
new
where soft were the
lips
shrewd was the glue
that held us
kept us
made us unable
to get this

tomorrow is new
anew
and the best
of times
we thought were
long gone
are knocking
and cleverly
mixing
with imagined
dreams
and gin
and tonic

your warm car
over there
in the shadows
of a park
the battery is
dead
we have to walk

lessons learned
i think not

because you and
i
are coming back
through the door
through the smoke
for more
more

and yet again,

more.