John Tustin writes

THE DEVIL IN YOUR EYE

I wish you were drunk with me now

And we were lying in our bed

While the music played.

The cold outside seeping in

Through the cracks,

Our bodies, our blankets, our kisses warm.

I wish it was before

I knew all I know now.

I wish that

I saw the shooting star and wished

I was not the me I am tonight.

Then I wished you were the you I saw one time,

One time a few years ago

When you refused to answer your phone

That rang, rang, rang

And we made love until you cried with joy,

The devil in your eye,

The angel in your heart,

The wings upon your feet,

The liquor in your veins,

Our tune on your lips.

The world was out there

With blood spilling down along her every hill,

Where we were nothing but casualties to the daylight

So for that one night you locked the door,

Unclasped the hooks

And exposed yourself to only me.

We were not an inconvenience

But a tesseract where it was us inside,

At every angle and sharpened corner.

I wish I was drunk right now,

My eyes a sheen of idolizing wetness,

Imagining us drunk right now.

I wish I was the me

I could be if you wanted

And I wish that you were the you

That you were brave enough to be

The night you let your phone remain unanswered

And we made love so well that you cried.