to my drinking partner

i grew ten times larger with each shot thrown back.
keeping up
with you
was fun.

those days were all about
those weekends
those weekdays.

nights of risk&chance
of courage&lit vulnerability
of hot experimenting&illusion
of trust&silent moments
boundaries not bound to place or time or word.
limits: N/A

but.
the liquor. the bottles dropped around us. the look. the exchange. the cigarettes smoked and crushed. the blur. the shots and craft beers. your lips. our words. the restraint. the more shown. the breaking point. the loose fucking. divergence.

i am 188 days sober
wondering what day
you are on.

©jjj

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About wordverserune

writer. poet. student. listener. kinkster. queerdo. hippy dippy witchy woo.
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