Honesty

surrounded by loud distractions

I await my wings

my pure attraction

my glowing, fiery

strong desire

-my fire

I'm sipping cider

The bar is alive

I wonder how many folks

are wise

I love my eyes

I write with a pen

I do not like

I think my drink is dimming the

lights

In my mind

I wish it would numb

The noise in my ears

I'll sit here waiting

writing

until you return

you're outside having a smoke