Poetry

At the bar, part 3

Sometimes, I think
What’s in my glass
Is my only friend
It soothes
It listens
But, offers no words in return
When I’m numb
I strip to my bare skin
Raise my arms
Spread my thighs
Turn my head
Open my mouth
The words spill out of me
Along with all that comes
With thoughts of you

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