Night began cold
             became warmer
with each drink he thrust down his throat from a tumbler
           supplied by the bar
           he sat on a stool
and as the liquor crashed
                         like waves
                                      into his stomach
the room appeared to shrink
awareness stolen from him –
                                 fucking thief
he remembered
                        visiting the toilet
and somehow
                   found himself outside
alone
       fell asleep around the stone statue
on a step
that they     posed on

one stuck and the other
                                  inebriated

pushing his head deeper
                           into the
         curves of the sculpture

as if he is the person
attempting to hold them in
               a hemline
causing a mark on the skin

he slept
                restless
for this statue to become
                         a woman
the step a bed

for them to both to lay low

in bliss. 

kate ©

Published Redbooth Review 2016