Bourbon Breath

I wish you had the love for life

like you do for me

and the ashy passion you do

for cigarettes.

Like a smoking gun, you are

hot to the touch

but as fragile as a dandelion stalk.

I wish you loved the ground like

you do the sky

because baby, down here

there is so much to see.

Your honeycomb hair is velvety

like the words you whisper in your sleep

and your denim eyes project old films,

crackling but full.

I wish you knew the tarry residue

your shouted words leave on my hands

but I love you so

especially your burnt bourbon breath

and wandering hands.

I wish you loved your canvas like I do,

as battered and mauve as you may be

because you are art

and you are you.

Reviews

[JMaster1]

You have a unique voice , wonderful piece of writing
I loved it

[Danielle Browne]

Thanks so much!