a drinking contest between me and the wine.

my eyes are lips - not windows, no
(they drink you in) but still they lead
straight to my soul

my soul's been put
in such a state I'd call it drunk,
from drinking you

but that's no sin
I tip you back
and drink my fill. My heart is lifted high -

my eyes, so full of you they start to swim -

my mind's lost touch, my fingers slide
and slip - but not a drop is
spilled.

Now, drain the glass
again
now, fill

this one last glass to brim
is overkill
but raise it up
again:
to light
to life
to you

too much

too much

to quite take in

This thirst won't quench -

just one more glass

okay,

you win