A BOTTLES EMBRACE

you kiss my lips again

it burns my tongue

that liquid fire

slides down my throat

to the pit of my stomach

burning

soothing

drowning

liquid amnesia.

no hands, no fingers

but the grip on me is strong

leading me in a dance,

around and around an open pit

filled with shame

regret

destruction

not releasing me.

today it's my master

yesterday my friend and lover

holding me in your grasp,

my thirst for you grows

the pit grows bigger

you lead me closer

held captive

in my own flesh.

like a cast iron grip

that scares my mind,

and my soul,

if you ever leave me,

even for just a moment.

a longing resides in me

by you my sweet

my bottles embrace

so desperate to feel...

anything,




and nothing at all