Drunk

Of you, when I have drunk with my eyes,
See, how they brim over

Of you I have drunk with my eyes,
no, not my fill, 
just enough of you,
to hold me till 
next time.

A year

two months

three hours

gaps in my existence 

when you leak from my palms and 

my skin is leached of you
and the skin begins to peel 
and the brain cells go on strike,
days feel like holes drilled in my back
waiting for you still