Wednesday, July 1, 2015

whisky infused love

the taste of your lips still lingers on
smokey, hazey, whisky infused love
that never seems to get old
never seems to let me rise above

lower and lower we sink,
higher than any one around us
feeling, touching, holding, kissing, loving
blending drowning love with intoxicated lust

hearing you calling out to me
pulling you away from the depths of the darkness around
not a sound escapes the silence of your tongue
exploring the far reaches of the exhilaration we found

the finality of each moment even as we move on
is seared forever in the chasm left inside me
the calm, desolate, null void
will never let me sleep soundly


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