Whisky-Breath

I want nothing more than to feel
your calloused fingers on my skin,
and your whisky-breath on my face,
and to feel the buzz beneath my skin,
and the cloudiness in my head,
and your body on mine.
yet, I would drink myself stupid;
to the bottom of every bottle,
if it meant I could forget your touch,
and your whisky-breath,
and the buzz beneath my skin,
and the cloudiness in my head,
and your body on mine.