bar talk

I remember inhaling your smoke at the bars;
sitting under gauzy lighting that cautiously filtered
itself through secondhand carcinogens

we tossed back shots together
like tomorrow's hangover
was too scholarly for us ivory tower proles

but somewhere between nuclear proliferation and programming
I lost myself in you

and sometimes I worry
that this is not enough poetry
and too much soul baring
but I trust you enough to never read between my lines