" When you were strung out
and I kissed you
I imagined your mouth
a mound of cocaine,
inhaling your breath
like powder as I pushed
into you and you pulled
me with your bruised thighs.
Some nights we fucked so
slowly I dissolved
like a Quaalude in a glass
of vodka, and you drank
me down. We kept the room dark,
so we could not see
each other with our eyes
rolled back - or was it
because we did not want
to see ourselves.
It's taken me too long to think
of that, the way we never
thought the other would go,
and then one night
I woke up
sober
and yes,
still there. "
― Sean Thomas Dougherty , Sasha Sings the Laundry on the Line