Drinking Your Dreams
Drinking sounds
Attractive
Until the
Next
Day
When Dreams
hopes
At least
Are
Smashed
Over
Casual
Dinners
After a
Weekend of
Intoxicated
Moments
With her
Fully
Vested
trust
Hands held
And
Faith
Envisioned
For that
Same
Acquaintance
And
Focused
Ideas
At least
Hopes
Thoughts
On what
She wants
Isn't
What she
Desires
Dinners
Scheduled
Like
Meetings
Meals
Throughout
The week
Cooking
Requires
Thought
While
Dinning
Requires
Credit
And if
for
A build
Up
Of driving
Her
Fancy car
I suppose
Warrants
More
Than
Friendship
Let alone
Dreams
Wasted
Like
last weekend
Was she
Beauty of Age
Defining
Titles and
Numbers
Separates
Those
From
Others
For numbers
Counted
In age
Adds
Up
Greater
Than
Others
Self
Reliance
Yet
Accountable
For most
More
Than ones
Self
Selfless
Love
For age
Carries
Beauty
However
Unrealized
Outside
But inside
The
Soul
Accountable
On
More hands
And feet
Available
Wittiness
Knowledge
Attractive
Smarts
Carry
More
Than
Sexy
Words
Can
Describe
Yet
Age
Is still
A number
A number
On the
Outside
Regardless
Of the
Same
Feeling
Inside
On the
Heart
Rinse & Repeat
Cold water
Washes out stains
And awakens
The mind
When we try
To sleep
But wash out
Her
Thoughts
And memories
Hot or cold
Sometimes
You just can't
Rinse
And
Repeat
Dress up
Dress down
Leave town
Because in
The end
Water
Only sets
Stains
And
Solidifies
Memories
And
Doesn't
Release
Them
Loft Parties
Expensive purchases
Short sales
A loft
In my possesion
Square footage
For
Bookshelves
Art
To be
Hung
Wine
Racks
To admire
Soundless
Division
Among
Open space
To create
Open ideas
Loft parties
Gather
Galleries
Of women
Clothed
In dresses
Fancy tastes
Or distastes
Of others
Drinks
Mixed
Strong
And
Champagne
In
Plastic
Cups
Because
Classy
And hipster
Intermix
Party all
Night
Into the
Wee hours
But
Still up to
Appreciate
Sunrises
The
Summer solstice
They say
Time
To
Live
It
Up
Just
Once
More
In lofts
Wishing
To be
Old
But
Living
To be
Young
Shared Covers
Guess when you
Get too
Tired
Your
Mind
And
Thoughts
Mix up
Emotions
And when
Warm
Shoulders
Suffice
Even
In the
Darkest
of
Nights
And earliest
of mornings
The
Conversations
Somehow
Mean
More
When
Covers
Are
Shared
The Air Up There
First class cabins
Resurrected
Thoughts
Ideas
Marinated
Over
Stewardesses
And their
Drinks with
Ice
To numb
The pain
Handshakes
Greeted
With business
Cards
Elevator
Pitches
And booze
Glassware
No pretzels
Full time
Service
High up
Enough
To get
High
Unconscious
Thoughts
Of her
While
Changing
Altitudes
View points
And
Business ideas
But
We grow
Up in
The air
For it's
Different
Up here
Because
Life
Starts at
Take off
and
Ends
When
You
Land
Separation Hurts
At the
End of
Nights
Beginnings
of Mornings
It's
What's
Expected
Relationship
Wise
I mean
Checkins
Facebook
Posts
Parole
Officers
I'd trust
Her
But not
myself
iPhones
Ankle bracelets
Cold
Sheets
soft hearts
and
Half empty
Beds
Corruption
Without
Money
Yet love
Built across
Bridges
States
Countries
The feelings
Alike
Lost
In translation
In my head
My soul
Questions
My opinions
My toughest
Critic
Opposed
To my
Own
Self worth
If not to
Share
Shackled
Though by
Distance
Separation
Hurts
