Bender

You are the first bourbon on my spirit
The drop diluting hard water
Subtle sweetness felt rather than tasted.
Your influence is my singing blood
And the semi-sleep warmth
And the seduction only registered in retrospect.
I do not know how I have begun to follow you,
Second shot warming the stomach
Limbs alight and blissfull
Or, as the third goes down,
When my mind will lose its language,
Or my tongue the will to speak it,
To bellow instead your inebriate hymns.
You are the never ending glass in my hand,
The fourth and fifth, absolution from my frame
Silencing the confusion of words.
You are the darkness of the sixth,
The path of totality.
You are that 90 proof goddess pulling me into you,
That bedsheet catastrophe in daylight,
The call to keep drinking.