Sin With Tequila

It is day now

But I am still

Living in the memory

Of the night

Your lips of sin

Legs made to dance

To the Devil's beat

I am now cutting the

Leftover strings of

Emotion I can never

Escape, with shears of resolve

As you told me

This was never meant

To mean anything

I return to the day

Your taste still on my lips

Mixed with the bitter taste

Of tequila

Please comment, I appreciate it. This poem does mean something to me, even though it isn't about personal experience.