Whiskey

I want to strip
The taste
Of whiskey
From your mouth
More so now –
That it’s forbidden
On my lips
Like your lips were
A lifetime ago.
And every time
I hold you down
Between my knees
I hold the world.
Once, you loved
My long, dark hair
Covering all our
Transgressions
Now you love
The cracked, jagged
Beautiful edges,
I let remain
Because you can promise
The world
To my neck.
Beneath my
Wicked, wicked ways
My collection of strays
My smiles, my guiles
My fixation with erstwhiles
I’m always on my knees
Ripping my heart
To shreds for you
Always.
I’m always trespassing
Encroaching
Conquering
Stripping every sin
From you iniquitous mouth
Always.
I’m always crossing
Lines, flying miles
Beyond taboo
But I begin
And end
With you
Always.

Wine Sodden - NaPoWriMo2017 #1

Day 1 : National Poetry Writing Month 2017

'Wine Sodden'

At 23, 

Hangovers

Taste like regret. 

And less like 

Trophies at 18

I'm too young 

To feel this old 

But this is

Who we are, 

Millennials. 

Too young 

To feel the hopelessness

Of a broken world

Too old

To not know better. 

Is that why

We are drowning 

In wine drenched

Realities?