Intoxicate

Make me mercury, baby
let me slide through your fingers
and drip down,
down,
down
into you.

Let's sip on a casual Sunday
and feel it rush to our brains
the slowest bullet
straight through into
our languid tongues
colliding in cotton candy
and sangria.

Sugar sweet
lipstick staining
cobalt glass
reminds me of
carnivals
and spinning
around and around
until the topsy-turvy
world claims me
leaving only the dark,
lush flavour of you.

Make me be,
and make me my own.