On Heartache

I've been flirting with insomnia

fondling the cold neck of a bottle

I've been tongue kissing lechery

fingering a speckled purple mottle

You've left patches on my neck

You smell of grapes and stone cold regret

I've been

drunk and impressionable

and I want to let you take me home

and explore my body

like a catacomb

I am gluttonous and bare

guzzling from the rim of a wine glass

I am sun-kissed and exposed

groping at the lights

You've left some clothing at my place

But I don't think I'd recognise your face

I am

desolate and wandering

and I want to take you home

and lick you

like a honeycomb

I've been flirting with insomnia

drinking from a lipstick-coated bottle

I've been tickling the nighttime

squeeze me like a throttle