nights; <br />licked to the very last <br />remnants of a fiesta, <br />promises on the floor, <br />broken beige couches, <br />left-over notes and <br />sleepy, swaying clocks <br /> <br />mornings; <br />can-openers <br />to yet another present <br />filled with confetti, <br />a punch to the gut, <br />and a little alcohol too; <br />let's do it again<br /><br />Janine Alyssa Navarro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nights-and-mornings/
