You have no
idea
what you
do to
me

You are the boy
I love.

you are a
painting that I can't
work my way
out of-
that I can't find
the cure
for-

a remedy,  a poison
you're metallic absinthe
that's bewitching me;
I still tip the cup for more.

in the devil's hour,
in the dark, peach-pit hue
of midnight,
you have no
clue
what you
do to me

and I'll drink you.

I'll drink a whole ******* keg of you.

I'll drink you until I
can't stand up
and until I forget
that you
have no
clue what
you do
to me

You're the boy I love
and I can't stop
hoping,
drinking,
tenderly.