Rise

My absolute poison … I love this poem!

Wine and Tobacco

I fall into bed
At 2 a.m, intoxicated
You smile and stroke
The thin hairs that line my cheeks
Then pull me closer
Your legs are intertwined
With my own
And as the sole of your foot
Rests on my calf
You read aloud
Your favourite poets
From Plath to Blake
The room still spins
But it is you
That I’m drunk on now

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