love maddening

I am drunk again. And I am alone. His Southern drawl echoes in my skull with the reverberation of booze splashing, and I refuse to release him. He is an unpredictable wax and wane: a temperamental spirit that beats against me like an unforgiving tide. I am both weakened and strengthened by my obsession, My Love. Desire wells within me like an insatiable, rabid beast. And when I taste the saliva drip from his lips, I will forget how the salt feels against my wounds.

I am refreshed.