Glass Of Whiskey Poem by Kewayne Wadley

You're the glass
That I pour my whiskey into,
The perfect weight.
Heavy, broken in.
Your neck
Rests comfortably against
my fingers.

Your cold body
Lost in my warmth,
Your lips become sticky, sweet.
Clinging to mine.
Your curved body
Shimmers
Gold amber dances,
Inviting you to do the same.
You see the bruises I hide
Behind the biggest of grins.

I pour myself into you,
And you pour yourself right back.
Each swallow I am closer to you.
You balance me just as I
Balance you.
Eventually we'll reach
the bottom of the bottle.
A place I can rest my head
Nice and warm.
Heavy through the night