a sea of whisky
could never intoxicate me
as much as
a single drop of you
flowing through my veins
one taste of your skin
and i am drowning
i can taste you
on my lips
even when you’re not there
a sweet ambrosia memory
a necessity to my existence

September 27, 2015

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