A Glass of You

A glass, awaiting

filled with thick cabernet

welcoming me home,

to you.

Tangy, clean grass

wrestles with my nostrils,

moisture on my temple

left from your mouth.

Falling into safety

as my toasted mane

spirals around and around

your index finger.

A humid palm

guiding my lower back

a baked musk

of shameful intimacy.

A warmth that swells

toe to face

from your fervid words

that tickle my tummy

Right now, this here

this is where magic happens

my eyes are open

but life is a stupor.

An unbridled mania

that I’m terrified to wallow in,

for even though this night is mine

you belong to her for good.