for me
you have become
many things
you are a mirror under my bed
and the rotting cross over my doorway
you are the velvet midnight sky
and the honey air sneaking through my window
you are the half moon cuts on my palm
and the empty gas tank in my dying car
you are alluring sheets of my bed
begging me to return
you are sweet and tempting
you are my lover
and my prescription
my savior
my greatest friend

whatever form you take
    sweet
           sour
                 stale
                      a cup
                              a can
                                     a bottle

they are just vessels
you are always all those things and more

i wonder what i am to you?