Daniel B. Silver

TRIP


 

We make love in the morning
Awake earlier than we should be with heads full of fog
What starts off delicate soon grows frantic
And ends with sweaty bodies, dry mouths and come

 We kissed in the evening before soon passing out
Heads buzzed on drink in the casino’s smoky air
Men stared as you walked by and nobody would blame them
And the women cast justifiably envious glares

  We embraced as the sun set and took in the view
From our hotel balcony outside of our towering room
You told me you loved me and I repeated the words
And took you from behind in full view of the birds

 We held hands at noon as we walked The Strip
The dry desert air carrying a slight nip
No denying that no matter what’s next
This has been a fantastic trip