I imagine drinking the
world up in one big
gulp
a swoosh of angst
and all of time would
fade away
diminish into
little hopes
and dreams.

Then I remember stars
and the blackest
blacks with
purple
flickering and
the
gold flecks
in your eyes

The sun!
a charcoal shadow
of a cave
beneath
the plateau where
you plucked a
yellow flower and
you pinned it in my
hair.

I'm too full to
the top
to drink anymore.