Poem memoirs

Drunk on your kisses, I’m drowning in the proof of you, falling into an embrace that burns through

You’re a sweet addiction, a loop of cravings leaving me wanting one more round

I force an exit, but the silence is a withdrawal—a sudden fever I can’t easily bring down

Wine is too polite and vodka is a clean; you’re the raw, oak-aged whiskey that sets my blood a blaze.

Stumbling through the comedown and yes I’m  hungover,  hungover over you