smoke breaks are for lovers

Sure as satin        
isn't merely soft        
I will hurt you sister        
       
same as the way        
your god given grace        
will destroy my brother  
       
and, it ain't nothing but gravy baby        
because he ain't gonna do        
what it is he should    
for the women    
who will wring my heart out        
to bitter salt
       
We are past the bargaining        
of tomorrows pleasantries        
and have doubled down        
on this drunken moment
       
Clarity can't claim this kind of honesty        
and I enjoy your shaking        
rattling        
and rolling        
more than marriage can        
       
So, let's pawn your forever        
on these little folds        
that have loved and lost        
       
before the rivers tossed