was inspired to write again.

so last night i was inspired to write again.

over the hill is the highway.
i sat against the pillows that stood against my wall and let my fingers discover the keys all over again.
this was unfamiliar.

the last three weeks have been filled with jazz songs, newports and whiskey sours in shady lounges throughout the lower southern states.
i'm home now.
back to sunsets through the blinds and not the windshield.

and i could still smell him on my shirt.

we left the curtains open and kept the track lights on so anyone with a view of our fourteenth floor room could watch what we did when the road became too much.

they could watch as our breathing grew heavy and the windows grew white.
they'd see the tattoos on my back as it pressed against the sliding door and my head unable to remain calm.
they'd see our dicks go from one extreme to the other - repeatedly - mine often disappearing into his unknown.

then the kissing as though only one of us were leaving at checkout in the morning.

and then they can watch us sleep as though checkout would never come.
this is how we love.

and i remembered the picture i took from the highway when we pulled over to talk about our future.

and last night i wanted to write about it.
so i did.


so yeah...last night i was inspired to write.