love me, back

love me back
and they won't ever find me again
in the houses of my friends
or the clubs
down my the river
lending my lips
to him, her, or any other

love me back
and find
our dark heads
side by side
like sleeping children
my hands,
my turned warm
sweat-palmed hands.
are yours.
voice,
whisky-softened

because winter is coming.