the lovedrunk cowgirl

I’m a little drunk in Arizona

and i’m thinking that maybe 

I should kiss you.

you’re three drinks ahead of me

and the way you’re laughing

sounds like reckoning.

my lipstick burns a hole through your neck.

I play it off (I know, we’re just friends).

four familiar summers

and the names of your future daughters-

I’m thinking I should ruin it

as your champagne sizzles on my dress.

there’s nothing more romantic than the end.