the bar

   
before the    
   
flaming    
   
liquid    
   
melts    
   
the rim    
   
i'm down    
   
your throat    
   
you slide your    
   
glass lips  
   
up and down  
 
the bar  
 
all night    
   
begging    
   
for more  
   
the whole bottle  
   
goes down    
   
your throat  
   
and out  
   
you lick    
   
every drop  
   
of white lightning  
   
from the rim  
   
as the bartender  
   
pulls your hair aside  
   
and you look up
   
into his  drunk
 
on you smile