Something to Drink (2001)
Every now and again,
i just get this...
Need.
It's a thirst, or a
longing...
i don't know how to really describe it,
but you know what i mean.
That twitching in your throat,
the memory of the smell in your nostrils,
that bitter, sweet, musky, dark taste
on your tongue;
i need something to drink.
i need the familiar feeling
of my lips around an opening,
sucking it out, like it was Life
itself.
My tongue reaching out
to get every last drop,
take it all in.
The raw burn, down to my stomach,
the throbbing...
i NEED something to drink.
There's this intoxicating rush
that comes with drinking.
You're closer,
you're connected,
you're a part of something larger.
Salty, sweet, honeyed nectar,
making one's head spin.
You're together--
complete-- and, afterwards,
all that can be left,
if you really want to forget,
is the echo of the blood,
pounding through you--
the stain on your shirt,
and the bed.