he hugged me too close our faces touched,
alcohol reddened cheeks kissing,
still filling me with the same warmth as if
you let me drink the alcohol from your tongue.
i tried it once, the taste inelegant, whole.
and once i bore it all,
the weight of a man's cannibalistic search for pleasure.
it consumed my soul,
left me to give birth to that which will destroy me in the end when the world is in ruins:
when the green fingers have clawed back their edifices
we'll dare bare feet in the summer heat
filling our bodies with the vibrations
that our ancestors praised in midsummer.
when they chanted to the ghosts of their gods, they could not fathom how quickly you'd become one to me:
   milky white apparitions that taste like smoke dance in the spaces between blinds when the sun finally says goodbye.
   golden like honey, like tanned skin, like syrup, like curls i can't help but twirl my finger around  in your hair