Drunk

I’m in love with your kiss
Though I’ve never felt it’s touch.
I taste your words on my tongue
As I read them from screens
And my senses want to get drunk
On the bitterness washing you down.
When I’m wasted with laughing
I’ll run my fingers through your hair
Spilt on the couch from clumsy hands,
Dripping down my neck like sticky tears.
We’ll dance on times tables
Calculating the distance between us
Until I have the courage to divide you.
And if I’m hungover by morning
It will be the moon hanging over us
Waiting for a kiss.

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