Mountain Waggle

The liquor was slow
 and I was there alone
   with you
     with everybody,
        took another sip the
          bodies waggled in the window and I
   couldn't hear what that girl was saying
  I couldn't hear anything like that.
 the stars were crisp like the
 night they burned in, and
looking up I didn't feel satisfied
  only lonely wondering if
   we're all this way if
    wiggling your butt in windows
     made it any better and
     I knew it didn't.
Dancing sweating mating steam
 rising from your hot bodies a
  night a week a year
   a life with sleeping
    heads on my chest
     and purring cats in my lap,
    mountains out the window.