Going Backwards Fast

I am too happy,

drunk and next to you.

Sweat and cheap beer

taint the air

but all I feel

are your hands

running up and down my back.

The sky is getting darker

and I’m tip toeing indulgence.

Now your hand stays on my hips,

I like it there. I like you here.

Chasing the bittersweet aftertaste

of my lips with yours.

I encourage you,

fingers tracing circles in your palms

I want to remember

who I once was.

We are stumbling

over cracked concrete,

little flowers growing

through the mistakes.

I am falling back

into old habits.