Desperate

Just a sketch of a poem I wrote a while ago and found in my notepad. Needs a bit of work, but I like the roughness.

Shoving, laughing, toxic
Breath is smothering like a blanket
For the lonely sunsets that came before
You rushed in here, so expected.
Bring that spiteful laugh and follow me,
Bring that belt, bring them dull eyes,
Fall upstairs with me for a few seconds
Of madness and imperfection.
Bring those silk lips and sharpened hips
And fill me with gold and pink and
A smell that will not go away but still leaves
Too soon.
Share some seconds with me and hopefully
We can die for a while and realise that life
Will not get any better from here.
Let me stumble into you and stay there
While you writhe yourself
Awake, sweating.