my clammy  hangover hands
have only myself to hold this morning
and i am thankful for that

if you were here
i would apologize for them
and you would laugh and say it's totally okay
i would know you were lying
or at least just wrong

you're heavily sealed
and i have no instruments to carry you from your wrappings
though i **** and lick and rub up against the outside
it never feels quite right

you kissed me from full moon and warm sand
into apple trees and woodsmoke
from sleeping under stars
to turning leaves

but now that the breeze sweeps cold under my soft chin
i am afraid you will not remain to keep me warm or occupied.