meet you there

a mattress on your floor
our chamber
this apartment, our lair
the street corner
our solitaire venture for more
be my Sid, I'll show you Nancy
our bodies thin
our drug seduced delusion, thinner
substance induced love
you whisper vacant and numb
"You're what whisky lives for
and food for the bottle you drink,"
like a strung out Shakespeare
and my kinda fairy tale