His Hands.. My Body.. In A Mozart D Minor

I found myself tying my tongue in knots 
just to keep my heart in the back of my throat

That week the world was mine
even with one foot off the edge

My future was written in hazel eyes
as if I had been painted in his smile
my image dancing in reflective tints of green

I drank him in like a whiskey shot
( just
one
more )

& left my love scribbled on his mirror
in a black eyeliner overdose