Drunken Adorations
I hear the crack-
See the foam form in the bottle as you press the poison to your lips.
I watch your throat flex as you swallow down the beginning of my morbidly erotic fantasy.
I watch silently, the bottle becoming more and more shallow.
My spirits rise in twisted ways.
Slightly lifted at the thought of my forbidden fantasy of you being in my arms.
When the alcohol mixes with your blood it creates a whole different person.
A person of compassion, softness, affection, false hopes-broken dreams.
I try so hard to lock myself in this fairy tale type of reality.
Make your kisses last as long as I can.
Hear your drunken whispers and promises that I know will never be kept.
But they sound so good!
So perfect- just like your soft beautiful eyes.
You wrap me in a blanket of warm comfort.
God! I wish it would last!!
Why the fuck do you have to make me feel good?
Only to make me feel a million times worse when the daylight shines in and awakes you from your drunken love spell.