i feel drunk.
somewhere inside my blood
is the secret:
part heat, part motion, part lust,
licentiousness and the desire to consume.
your body, laid out
in front of me like a painting, like a platter,
is bright and beautiful:
i am drawn towards the light of your skin,
the curve of your hips, the depth
of your bright blue eyes.
my hands on you,
my mouth searching over you,
my soul inclined towards
the steep climb of your heart:
even still, i cannot attain.
i feel drunk, i would like to evaporate.