Damn Tomorrow (For C) Poem by Thomas Case

She dressed up like a
whore just to go to the
bank.
And she fucked like
one too—drunk on
cheap wine—mascara smeared all
over her face.
I took her in every
sexual position there is—we even
invented a few.
She had the most beautiful
mahogany eyes—they said
so much. Her smile made
my cock salute.
From dusk till dawn
we fucked and fucked,
and fucked until we
collapsed into each others arms;
warm and safe and spent like
the sun.
Damn tomorrow,
may it never come.