We drove around town looking for a pool hall on Friday’s midnight. Someone offered me a beer I took sheepishly in the parking lot. The radio played a country love song when you pulled me into a kiss, your friends in the back singing loudly as our lips met again & again. The hours scattered. You wanted to go home. We stumbled to your room with no door. It was awkward at first, I changed in the bathroom & brushed my teeth before getting into bed. You kissed me again, somehow your hands touched me everywhere. I found myself slipping, whispers of something warm & sweet on your tongue, I tried to argue otherwise repeating you’redrunkyou’redrunkyou’redrunk. We must have drifted off some time later, only to find ourselves waking up in disbelief that we were together on an unusually early Saturday morning & grinning like fools.