you pass me
a cold IPA
pulling bed covers
closer over
your chest
i take a swig
the hops
bitter
seize my tongue
washing
your salt taste
down
my
throat like
rain pooling
into street
gutters
guzzling inward
slipping
crashing
buzzing
into
me
so
when
your hand
grabs
mine
interlocking digits
interlinking
eyes
hazel like
autumn forest moss
grown thin by the
creek
not blinking
but sinking
heavy into
my own
blue
so thick
i almost choke
on the
taste
too soon
sudden
sweet
catching me
quick by the ankles
kissing
up my
thigh
i sink
into you
my stomach
plunging
purple velvet
on the turn table
tripping over
itself
twisting into
complications
cumulus clouds
over
stormy
sea
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