DRUNK

I was drunk
on what you were,
drunk
on the scent
of your hair,
your skin,
drunk on every step,
on every simple gesture,
drunk on your lips
pulling on a cigarette
or your bare feet
on the dash
or your hand
on your hip
or in your pocket
or you
just standing
cool in the summer sun
and I was staggered,
stupefied
every time
your blue eyes
found mine
and even now
when I think of
something
you did or said
or of you
sprawled easy
in the cool sheets
of that summer
I feel a little of it
and think how
goddamn
unfair life can be