After Intoxication

I taste
the damage the
vodka has left.

In a blurred
sign language her
lips cannot translate.

Holding me as
if she was meant to
yet we kiss...

Her cheap drinks
and mine mix
a grotesque moment.

Between 2
too deformed to believe
tragedy is beautiful.

Later, removing clothes
anticipating something
equivalent to nothing.

We consummate
unable to be
disappointed.

To betray those
who betrayed us
long before

it mattered/does this?

Reveal anything
except how far
we shall go
in the dirt…

To defile each other
until even nascent gods
know us not.