Drinking reminds me of you.

Not the alcohol type,

Bar stools and dim lights,

Busy rooms, empty minds, overly full hearts,

Using ***** to expel you from my veins.

But the everyday kind, the small sips

Of water to refresh me, you

Coursing through my system,

Giving me new life.

The way your tongue quenched my thirst,

And awakened something else in me,

Something no natural liquid could put out.

I would reach for you as I would a glass,

Your skin ablaze, the glass slick and cool,

my skin tingles as i latch onto both,

But it’s you I cannot put down.

Drinking reminds me of you.

But also the alcohol type.