You and I and Saturday Night

Tangled limbs
perfectly intertwined,
your mix of
mint and
nicotine breath
kept me alive, along
with your hold, arms—
circled around me,
cradled in your body,
you try to shut me
up with a
kiss
but it won’t stop
me from taking the piss,
because whispers and giggles
and smiling through kisses
lets us know,
once this ends,
there’ll be no misses
between you and I
and Saturday night.
It’s better that way,
no need to stay,
I’ll say
a hushed goodbye,
press my lips
above your eyes
and that’ll be it,
it’ll be alright.

—Perth, WA, 16 May 2017