Everyone seems holy in that warm lighting
When you look up at them from below
The bathroom glow was touched by Hephaestus
So were your eyes
Lovingly carved like marble
Furrowed lines smoothed by your youth
The god may have never seen beauty in a reflection
But he knew how to sculpt it when making your face
In another page, you looked up at me in that same incandescence
Trying to collect my breaths like pieces of memory
I rested my forehead against yours
Looking square into your eyes
Did you fall a little in love with me like that
Too?
I wouldn't be surprised
It was so undeservedly intimate
The curling around my thigh
The stroking around my nape
The tender way you petted my head
The fistfuls of hair I clenched
Could we have this?
Could it be like this every time?
Just two inexperienced, drunk, horny kids
Mouths intermingling with cheap alcohol and reckless yearning
Sloppily having fun in a small hotel room
Booked for the second time we've ever been touched by an other
On the slipshod shamble to the MRT
I kept dropping hints I wanted one last goodbye kiss
An extra can of tiger beer sweetly cloyed your breath
How does your mouth taste with this new layer of bite?
Despite kisses never doing anything for me
I just wanted some part of me to be part of you again.
