Balle of Drunks

Blood cakes my nude lips,

Bruises tatted on my body;

A cloud of tobacco smoke,

Fills the room;

I listen to your breathing,

Resting my head on your chest.

One, two, three...

Silently counting your heartbeats;

I kiss your bloody knuckles,

Trying to make the pain go away;

Four, five, six......

I'm trying to see if you exist.