Shots, Cocktails And A Reverie Gone Mad

pressure builds
a guitar riff
a drum solo
a voice cutting through the dark
caramel Manhattans drip from my lips
luscious salted-sweet and alcohol fire
that mires me in memories
trapping desires in the bulge of my zipper
first hellos wrapped like hemlock in the humidity
clouds full
wanting to burst with delicate rain

fingertips walk gently down

their nervous quiver intoxicating the drunken
stupor of my shirt

I know it’s just a reverie
a memory
but I can still feel you there
a spark of light twisting, arching, aching

I switch from sweet burn
to pure flame
pour out the hard stuff
lap up salt
slam you down in the elements
the first drops of aqua drip from the heavens
steam rising from the earth
liquid passion

I’m drunk on vices (desires)
 flowing river
coursing rapids
where I shot alcohol as courage
 so I could have you
here in the rain
while I’m still tipsy enough to not give a fuck

there is a vibe, vibrating like the tingle of static
the build-up….. the pour of more before the gush of release
crashes of lightning
rip air into ozone thunder
passion runs down my chin

flash of light slashes my mind
I want
a refill