Love's drunken refrain

poem from 4-12-03

I curl
in fetal position
too drunk to move
too overcome by you

Your kisses tiptoe
up & down my spine

Your fingertips trace
the path to my soul

I want to keep
the whirling depths
locked behind my eyelids

BUT

I touch your cheek
in the dark
and open my eyes to you
searing you with this blaze