Ode to Alcohol

Soft bubbly courage, had me pooling in my seat, and I could not tell if it was the liquor warming my face or the sound of her laugh. Cheeks reddened with heat, was a detail that became less important as I continued to drink.

Combined with the unbashful moon, performing her monthly dance, rising, rising, rising. And the cool sips on my hot tongue, I turned into the lunatic mothers warn their daughters of. When I pressed lips against lips to the mouth of the bottle, I pretended it was not glass but flesh. My eyes wanted her to see that I wanted the hard stained ridges to turned into soft sensual creases.

Dizziness would of toppled me over if not for the grip around slender neck. Laying me slowly down to rest. As I loose myself, myself, myself. Doubts like inhibition lowers until I am just as exposed and on display as our midnight performer in the sky. Now falling, falling, falling below the horizon.

Lust, once too afraid to show its face comes pouring out like a drink in a lush`s cup. And is just as bottomless and continuous I continued to let it fill me up.

Because before I was just there to get a light buzz but now I am here to get love drunk. And never return to sobriety ever again. Forever love drunk, as the moon takes her bow and says goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.