His,

fuel of a machine
danced into his veins
from moments of pleasure
to a moment – awake

woke up to beautiful toxicity
woke up to blood
a drink after the other
would not stop

Hers,

smoke of cigarettes
mascara on a distinct face
from moments of pleasure
to one moment – pain

slept to old phone conversations
slept to pictures
a drink after the other
would not stop

Blend

image.jpegblend into me

like cherry, oak-aged whisky

allow your ripples

to move into this painting

of mine

intoxicate my veins

seep into my mind