Drunken Ponderings And Cigarette Caresses Poem by Evolet Powell

When giddy laughs turn hushed
and skins are flushed with blood
your fingernails clink
on the same glass I clutch.
In the cloudy sough of the room,
your rolly fizzes at your lips
like a whispered daunt.

Hiss, skim my shoulder,
graze your dizzy fingers through my veins,
make my hairs stand on end.
Heat my guts with your searing tongue,
mutter me sweet saccharine things
and smoke me
with those cigarette gazes.
Burn me
with the dead bud of your touch,
haunt, drink me to the bone,
and choke my throat with warmth.
Breathe me in, breathe me out,
before you leave again
once the Window is unclosed.

The night turns hollow,
the fumes drift, I keen to hold on.
On my mouth scorches a frozen bruise.

I still see the haze of your eyes
in the leer of my booze.

I don't remember much else.