nights;
licked to the very last
remnants of a fiesta,
promises on the floor,
broken beige couches,
left-over notes and
sleepy, swaying clocks
mornings;
can-openers
to yet another present
filled with confetti,
a punch to the gut,
and a little alcohol too;
let's do it again
Janine Alyssa Navarro
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nights-and-mornings/
