In the morning
I was alone.
Last night
I was in heaven
with a beautiful girl in my arms
on my lips
in the bathroom of the bar…
it was exquisite.
It was unrivaled
it was uncalled for
but I hoped she would call me
and we could do it again
but
as I woke up
alone
in the bathtub
with my wallet emptied
and my intestines unattached
I suspected
I might not see her again
unless it was in court.
Still,
the wicked smile
the sinister gleam
the sarcastic sense,
if I could see her again
I would.

If there was a chance
I could wake up
with her
I would take it.