Confesional

I'd burn All my bridges
To spend one night in your bed
Pretenses of cigarettes and chess
Breaking glass and your hand on my hip.

A ricochet of glances
Staring into a mirror
Plant my hand on your chest
Curled under the collar to pull you into me.

Black Linen
Stiff-backed and uncertain
I have no shame
You lazy son-of-a-bitch.