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I woke up this morning
still drunk from your touch.
The way that you love me
is apparently too much.
To have you captured
is a lethal sin.
One could get tipsy
just breathing you in.
Your flavor scolds me,
my throat is on fire.
Though I do not feel pain,
I feel epic desire.
So I continue to binge
through the love that exists.
Year after year,
as we reminisce
of the passion that lies
in the chambers of your heart.
Drunken, forever,
until death do us part

9-22-10.