Windows and Whiskey

Looking out the window
The rain gives off
A foul comfort
Tastes so much like
The night my tongue
Took a dip in the ocean
Of your need
There is. There is.
A heaven under the whips
Of your heartless thrusts.
Reminds me of whiskey.
Looking out the window
With a glass of whiskey.
There is perfection
In imperfection
Says the cliche.
Touche.
Let me drink with you.

10:07 pm 9/6/12
on the plane, homebound