political atheist.

none of it matters now -
not anymore, when cigarettes
touch lips
& fingers brush hips.

but you stand there, so
cold & alone, knowing
that there is one thing
keeping you here,
& it's not me.

realizations dawn & i
see now, who you are &
why.

so wield your
politics as a crutch
or a cross
while we dance
the tango of absolution.