I long to get drunk off you
Before my lips dry and curl
In spite of the sun and the moon
Pour yourself out before me
To know you, to see you
For who are and who you’re not
You are a balm to a soul
A smile like that of honey on the tongue
Let me buy your demons a drink
And we’ll toast what is you
Lapping at your pheromone trails
Until sight escapes us
And we collapse alongside those who have fallen before us
In your wake