Conduit

Drunk and tumbly

From the back of a car,

I lowered my voice

To let shiny dark pebbles sweep

From my throat to the ears of a new stranger.

Would you like to 

Meet at a bar,

Talk about the way

Your sister touched you

And the way my brother 

Left me in the basement,

Listen to passionate karaoke

And then kiss on the boulevard?

Your hands swirling under 

My sweater while I 

Glow in your mouth?

Then we can drive to our separate homes,

Imagine each other alive

And bright in the same bed

And never speak again.