The Third Last Time's a Charm

Last summer we were

the safest mistakes;

 

cry-on-the-couch poets.

Our hearts beat for waiting.

You didn’t fight fair;

Your head dissecting, the room

sinking into night,

shoulders crashing

hips, love, lips

and lungs weaving.

I woke up next to a bad habit,

to teeth stained with apologies,

sour bottle, a burnt bridge or two,

and you, heart intact.

In the light, you looked

like a teenage vow I’d sing

and swallow;

a golden tongue, heavy

 

with blood

on hotel sheets.

The last time felt like a double bed,

wet-lipstick sips

and you; wide-eyed body and

splintered-headboard breath.

 

'The Third Last Time’s a Charm' is a poem I wrote in 2018. It was published in The Free LIbrary of the Internet Void, which you can view online.