On a Saturday

I got tipsy on a Saturday
and fuck me if your
face wasn’t the same.

And even in my bold
intoxication I couldn’t think
of a fucking thing to say.

It was that damn arm
of yours that looks too
strong to ignore.

Or that damn face
of yours that is too
beautiful to adore.

It was that damn time
when I realized that I felt
and my words…melt.