i feel like a holy ghost
when you wrap your arms
around my head
still i sink deep as i can
though I cannot tread
across the tresses on your chest
no longer christ along the water
a budding abscess on your neck
i hold so tight i could pop
then you get up to grab the wine
& I remember that I’m alright & laugh
i'm sure you’ll doze off just fine
with one glass but me I’ll be up all night
i have everything i could ever need
still i sit here & rush the sun
until it’s light out