The Tallest Hotel in Pittsburgh
This is where I love you you said to me
on the top floor on the Wyndham Grand
as you had me pushed up against the window
naked with the lights on like you wanted us
to be a billboard for the city, that dark velum.
You thought your endearment made me—
as I held on to you then tighter, as I rocked
into you further, as I bit your hand I held
and the floor’s hard marble shine
became one edge of us and the window’s
repeated stare another—you thought
it was us transformed. But I misheard you.
I thought you said this is where I leave you.
I would never have fucked so hard for love.