the intoxicating (and thus the war)

the intoxicating (and thus the war)

you drank three beers

and i had to continue across

the surface of this earth

as if i weren't thinking

about how your lips

must taste of beer and you

this intoxicating you

leaving me lost inside

the smell of you nearby

do the beers

leave you weak

in the knees and ankles

the way your

knees and ankles

leave me weak

as soon as i smell

you enter a room

turning to see. . .

•

and thus the war. . .

it is my body

longing and calling

for the intoxicating

to shut off the mind

or at least drown out

the thoughts fretting

over right and wrong

fair and unfair

what other people might think

just walking to you

taking you in my arms

and kissing you fully

and it is this argument

my body fights for

in the war with my mind:

nothing else truly matters

in the intoxicating momentum

of your flesh and blood and bone

•

if you and i were passing

and i slipped falling

reaching for you to save me

and my craving hand

clasped your soft grip

kindness sighing through your lips

would any single soul

ask if this were fair or right

our reaching without thinking?

hey, hey my body pleads

for my mind to call your way

i am always falling falling falling

i breath near you

as close as possible

to taste your soul again