Honesty

the last shot goes down, a slick burn at the back of my ragged throat and

heavy lidded eyes meet mine across the table

words are not enough.

we clash in the middle

a cacophony of bliss, hands fumbling at torn edges, lapping at the edges of a big bright something more.

where do you end and I begin, it doesn't really seem to matter as

slurred words are pressed to determined mouths and you feel like both a curse and a blessing of the strongest kind

you already feel like home, your every nuance being recorded in my mind, I want to know every corner of the twisting, overlapping system that makes you

when we finally break apart, almost completely dazed in our wonder at the sheer relief of coming together, I realize I need you in every way