Just one more taste.
The moment your sweet nectar touches my paper-thin lips,
like a honey bee flocks to his spring bloom.
Transport me to a place where darkness isn’t defined
by the shade of its hue.
Please, let it burn away my senses
until even the brightest man questions his existence.
Allow it to fill up these holes, ever black and boundless,
where you used to find my vital sign.
Hold me back if you must, with chains and ropes,
til my fingers bleed like deep red wine.
I have not the strength to keep you from between
these two chapped hands.
I fell again.
Soaking wet from the rim of my glass.
Carrying your weight in the small of my back.
Leave a message if you call out my name.
