Whiskey And I Poem by Rahul Aithal

She veils the fire,
that resides in her,
just enough so,
to tempt desire.

So brittle her nape,
which my fingers curl,
slide over the sweet belly,
along the lovely curves.

And each clink,
shall pour my heart,
I've begun the eve,
taking your wings.

Your fire lives in me,
and I have no veil.
We exchange memories,
and I know not,
what I talk.

Her spirits unwind,
and she spends me,
sprawled on the floor,
just her aroma to remind.

Could I call you tonight,
yet again,
when I'm sober but lonesome,
once again?