Release

through my film covered
mug I spotted her

dirty red skirt barely
covering the flower she tried to hide-

a lopsided smile missing
the color from better times

just like that dirty red skirt-
beat up and faded

old bruises still hanging around
like yellow lovers,

and then I realized how much I wanted
to burn the night with her;

"hey man, want another one?"

so we sat and we drank
and we burned that night
away.