Untitled friday night

All senses engaged
Whisky washes the week from the soul
Through the tongue
Orange oil’s fine mist awakens
Through the nose
He smokes the Holy weed
Between his lips

Leaned on the counter
Orange juice sucked through the pulp
Through my lips
Cheap wine’s aroma is nostalgic
Through the sadness
I tell him say it again, he says, “Honey”
Between his lips

On tattered cushions
He strums something new
Through the pain
All senses engaged
Through the music
“Always and forever” I say
Between my lips