Shameless Angels

She's a heady mix of

Intellectual bravado and

Expectant eyes

A girl who looks good

In a pair of torn jeans and

My well worn skull and bones t-shirt

(She put it on

Just to keep me from leaving

Before she woke

I pretended not to notice

That)

And hell, when she stood up

And her hair tumbled in a hundred directions

And pulled those torn jeans

Up over her hips

Her eyes stretched open to reveal

Those crystal oceans

And she smiles conspiratorially,

Says

"Oh, you're still here,

I wouldn't have guessed."

We laugh, she takes the coffee

From my hands, swallows a long sip

Staring at me over the rim

The

Whole

Damn
Time

(I would have kissed her

If the mug hadn't kept me

From leaning in)

She scrunched up her nose

And handed it back

"Ugh, you drink it black and

Whiskey free?

Pour that out, I've got just the thing."

We're drinking shots now

Ten in the morning and the sun

Sneaks through the blinds

I don't mind, it lights her up

And I like the sight

(I would've told her right then

I loved her, if I wasn't so distracted

By the way the light played

On her flesh)

She wants to know what I think

Of her

And I look again

At the way my shirt hangs

From her left shoulder

At the slight crook in her lips

When she smiles

Her tangled hair still framing

Those eyes

The tiny diamond stud

Just beneath her bottom lip

I listen to my heart

Racing, the whiskey

Dancing through my head

"What do I think?"

(I pretended to struggle with the words

Even as the answer forced its way

Through my thoughts

Til it came to rest on my tongue)

"I think we should go

Back to bed."