Drink in hand, night wide open
All these people I think I love.
The intoxication begins, first a tingling in the forehead
A rush to the brain is imminent
Sitting on a stranger’s bed
I know who’s room I’m in.
Forced conversations and disgustingly flirtatious glances
My hand screams for yours.
My head cries to be buried in your shirt.
Drunken tears escape with no one’s hair to absorb them
I could run into the hallway without a soul to follow me.
Something tells me I could swim to you.
Right now! Across the Atlantic, salt stinging my eyes,
Trudge across green, green hills,
A few more strokes, and there you are!
I take you home and we brave another party together
Knowing that later I can close my eyes on your chest.
Forgive me—these are simply the things I long to say
Six feet under thoughts that emerge at a party
When my teeth hit the glass
I miss you all at once.