The alcohol in my blood
is
a guitar solo
Your
body is
the
curvature of the Cosmos
I’d
gladly pay the price
of
an instant death
just
to know every sound
you’re
capable of making
You
bid me to press upon you
some
random combination
You
reward me
with
a pleasurable melody
My
movements imitate your aria,
and
I’m asked to pretend
that
we’re equals in evocation
But,
you’re immediate obsession
You’re
one unforgettable transition
after
another
How
long have I been swimming
in
the din of your scented feel?
How
will life beyond
this
handful of moments
ever
come close
to
meaning as much?
Connected
at both ends
of
this collective vibration,
we
can but sense the reverberating
reality
of perfection
pulsing
its way out of existence;
complacent
warmth, lulling us
toward
the company
of
lesser dreams
But,
should I find you there, anew,
let
us sing a second refrain
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