Return to Sender

I have slept with you, walked with you, nursed you back to health, but now I release you: hate
I was your whore, restless without your touch; your slave lying awake at night. Without peace, without solace, without you in my arms. Lust, you belong to another, not me.

JYHSU

There's nothing like a long smoke right after an even longer fuck, she says.

Blue Monday

swallowed the last drop as it slid ever so smoothly off the ice
these nights were spent as an apparition hung beneath the clouds of pale blue smoke
and the scent of women's skin
these nights and the bitter sweetness of the drink
cling
to a loosened tongue
as the ring of duplicitious laughter echoes through the emptiness across the crowd of
one lonely shadow as he waits...