sipping wine and whiskey
from paper cups
as dinner burns in the oven
the gentle refrains
of the misfits playing softly
white cardboard boxes
of takeout
from whatever place delivers
a horror movie
in the dark on the couch
followed by a rousing night
of my arms wrapped around you
your head on my chest
your legs a tangle with mine
as we talk
about silly little things
and giggle like fools
ignore my fingers
tracing the curve of your spine
or the light kisses on your head
i am terrible at romance