goddesses

7am and i'm lying awake
too dazed from last night.

I believe I've had too much to drink,
too many smokes, and too many stories,

but what really got my blood racing
was your eyes saying what shouldn't be said.

drunk with your kisses,
tipsy from your fingers running down my back,
high from the sweet nothings whispered in my ear.

and the fire burns on,
knowing there is no cure
to the intoxication
that your spirit
wrecks on my soul.

oh, what sweet death to a firefly
burned while soaring
towards the sun!