One sip and I was gone-
hidden in a misty haze of strange smells:
all that cologne doesn’t agree with my nose;
in an embrace of awkward touches delivered by your fingers-
I’m not sure if they even want to.
Two swallows, and I’m hidden in your skin, in your hair
and I’m the blood that flows through your veins
along with the rest of that vodka you downed when you thought
I wasn’t looking.
Three gulps, and you buy me everything in the world and offer
to buy me as well- one night, that’s all you’d need.
Stars dot the sky and I’m the brightest in that darkness
that you call your world simply because
I said yes.
Four shots, and I’m in your room, in between musty sheets-
barely white, barely yellow and you slide in beside me
and your hand goes straight between my
Five bottles, and I was gone.