Down the hatch
Ignore the burn.

Warmth now,
Throat and belly and brain.

Let the fog come
Sneak some more.

Now I cant think

Flip it around,
Look in the eye

We both know
where this will go.

Pull you by your bottom lip
To my bedroom.

If I give myself away
Then I am not my own

Then I don't have to think.

Remember that time?
In the hospital

Dehydration and spasms
Hole in my arm, tubes and fluids.

And the Morphine.
That is warmth.

I'd like some more.
Too much.

Then I really can't think