You meet me halfway,bending your wrist, fluent in gravity.I taste what you pour and smile.I don’t know what empty tastes like neither do you,by the way…
Poet & Storyteller
You meet me halfway,bending your wrist, fluent in gravity.I taste what you pour and smile.I don’t know what empty tastes like neither do you,by the way…
You’re the glassI pour my whiskey intothe perfect weight.Heavy, broken in. Your neckrests comfortablyagainst my fingers. Your cold body,lost in my warmth,your lips become sticky,…