the faces you have come to hear the most. in moving and feeling.

I want to write you,
Speak your tongue with vim,
vigor and whimsy.

Whiskey stained lips,
an inherent closeness,
a sting, a touch.

Are you everything?
The consumer,
the absolute?

I certainly hope so,
for if I was any more consumed,
I’d simply be lust and
want.