I hold no exceptional expectations
For you
Or I,
Or us for that matter.
I long only,
To be simply blessed by your
Whiskey-tainted breath,
On my cigarette scented neck
My lovely,
Won't you let me intoxicate myself
In your
Impaired & passioned soul
For
I'd do any line of your essence
Shot of your animation
And take any hit of your lullabies,
Just to be able to fathom your sapience
For I have never stumbled so unintentionally
Over a character
That has been as enchanting and idiosyncratic
As you