four ounces of delerium

the liqor she pours is greasy

at best

nonchalent and simmering

icy glass

i watch as her hands move round

the issues

same way she moved them

round my body

her lips licked by liquid

infiltrating

my dna calls her name when

im sleeping

bleeting out my need

bleeding

from my knees

i ache to please

the vicious alcohol

blaring and i find your

eyes ensnaring...