that Christmas, Santa brought
deep snow and thick ice
watered-down vodka and
a loaded pipe
a jigsaw puzzle
to scramble our
scrambled brains
piece together a picture
of escape

we fell into bed
tangled dirty sheets
tangled limbs, jerking senses
performance didn’t matter
don’t even remember
if we got “there” or
how we stopped

that Christmas
jagged blackened
edges of my soul
rubbed against yours
wearing one another down
to something resembling normalcy

(OpenLinkNight#3 at http://dversepoets.com/)


About bittersweetverse

Writer, poet, lover. http://madamesweetcheeks.blogspot.com/ View all posts by bittersweetverse

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