, , , , ,

louche like an untied tie

provocative as the cover

of a top-shelf magazine,

a high-school senior

wending his way home

in the apricot dawn

of the morning after.

sweetly disorientated,

gloriously dishevelled,

oblivious to the day beginning

around him, hung over, sated

and frustrated in equal measure.

he will still always remember

a welcome weariness in heavy limbs,

the way she looked before she kissed him

and the song in his head right now.