Whiskey and Snow
Autos trundle by
Like tanks encased, snow
Cloaked
my own head,
Struggling
to your
Doorstep.
Deep flesh
red
of the
Dining room walls and a
Bourbon
glaze
On your
finished face
While my cheeks
swirl
With early
night flush. You,
Stomping your
boots
Tothebeat.
Then out
Night flash street lamp
Just
enough
Dusky hollow
Light to
catch up. Run
puff
breath so hot and
sour mash
you and I
on the rocks,
or neat.
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