I pour myself into
your glass each night,
a toxic taste, I beg
for you to choke on.

You drain our bottle
dry, drinking desert
laps but still thirsting
for Pacific oceans.

Delving into firework
taste-buds, savouring
how we spill so easily in
nights drunken palms.

Telling me I'm cheap
stuff, liquid eyes that
keep you sober, but are
still a tempting sip.

From your lips
Drips a melody,
Every word you speak
Sings to me,
Your voice rings
In its flawless key,
Our tongues entwine
In harmony.

Your heart was never
The same shape as mine
And their collision
Only caused more pain.
I tried not to confuse
Liquor with passion
Nor convenience with love
But your lips tasted so sweet
And I longed for the rush
That only your touch could induce.