South End

We came back from a booze-filled bar,
stopped time & time again to exchange kisses
& feel each other's bodies... We longed
for the kind touch we were offering each other.
We collapsed on my bed and made love...
clumsy, tired, barely real.
It's morning, now, and you feel fear
of what's left: a careless night.
I feel guilty. You? Embarrassed.
I'm not sure if such nights can be explained,
but for the scent of you left behind.

JV