untitled by Margaret Robinson

It’s easier than you’d think, to have someone love you.
To use your eyes and your mouth in all the right places.
Let her be your drunk girl, the one you call at 2am
When the bars have all shut and everyone else was just too much effort.
Better yet, let her be the drunk girl, the one who calls you at 3am
When the wine has run out along with her self respect.
Dignity passes by.
And it’s still easy.
 To let all the right words cascade with fever in darkened rooms
Drowned out by the noise of mascara stains on pillows
And limbs that are pretending to be familiar.
With liquored minds that dampen limpid sex
Into blue movies made black and God like ego.
It’s practically the easiest thing in the world,
To replace love with intimacy.
In times of drought,even shallow pools will suffice.