until the next time [a poem]

my love like wine
made us drunk.
stumbling over skipped heart beats
and broken guards
we carried each other over the
threshold of fear
squinting unconsciously against
the blinding vulnerability of
lovers that let go of yesterday and tomorrow
crashing into one another
like turning 21
ignoring the consequences
like foresight was a made-up curfew
meant to intimidate, not really intended
for serious consideration
until we took turns hugging our insecurities
like a toilet bowl
sobbingly regurgitating all that we’d indulged on
yet unable to get it out of our systems completely.
“never again,” we swear the next day
(until the next time).

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One Comment Add yours

  1. Hector says:

    my kind of addiction 🙂 love this one!

    Like

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