She danced
a lovestruck dance
across the motel room,
chugging my whiskey,
covered only by
the tattered rags of darkness
and the lupine moon.
At that moment,
I would have killed
for a sunny day,
but we all know
that the best moments
rarely happen
on a sunny day.
I pulled her close,
my mouth to her lips,
my mouth to her hips,
and finally,
she put the bottle down,
two birds,
one stone.