I can no longer tell the difference between kissing you and wrapping my lips around a bottle of whiskey,

is that your hands on my waist or are the warm sensations of alcohol caressing me again?

I get the spins, can’t think straight, my heart palpitating like I just did a line of blow off your fingertip,

I want you to take me in and sober me up
only to knock me off my feet again when our eyes meet,

I’m a sloppy drunk but I don’t care,
I’ll stumble my way home to you every night if you’ll let me.

- S.G.