Binge

tucked away under the sink      
behind the drano        
and spare sponges        
further still you quiver        
as my steps approach        
your errant bottle of proof        
sensitive as the flesh        
on my abdomen        
unconcerned as my        
toughened heel        
you know I’ll reach        
and feel        
for you when I’m weak        
and you’ll have a        
night in my mouth        
through the teeth        
and emptied        
find your own voice        
in my warm throat        
while I drink