Drinking In

I settled on love
before I fell – drunk

on your kissed-sips –
your wet heat
on my unfurled tongue –

as if a roll of embers
tipped from your glass –

were left to tumble –
to trail a curlicue
of your intoxications

from your open mouth –
burning to my core

Your infusion
has turned me into
a dance floor fool

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