on heartache

i’ve been flirting with insomnia
    fondling the cold neck of a bottle
i’ve been tongue kissing lechery
    fingering a speckled purple mottle

you’ve left patches on my neck
you smell of grapes and stone cold regret

          i’ve been
                      drunk           and                 impressionable

and i want to let you take me home
      and explore my body 
           like a catacomb

i am gluttonous and bare
      guzzling from the rim of a wine glass
i am sun-kissed and exposed
       groping at the lights

you’ve left some clothing at my place
but i don’t think i’d recognise your face

         i am 
                    desolate            and               wandering

and i want to take you home
       and lick you
            like a honeycomb

i’ve been flirting with insomnia
      drinking from a lipstick-coated bottle
i’ve been tickling the nighttime
       squeeze me like a throttle

Published by featherquills

i am a misfit and a wanderer, captivated by the mysteries of the universe and the secrets of humanity.

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