Inebriated

felt like gentle rain
feel it from the bottom of me
welcomed him
possess another person
storm rose inside that made me cringe.
we heave and when you leave there could be just whispers.

attacking the core of my inner being corroding my thoughts.
its the smile and look in your eye.
that calls up the silence of the moon
to whisper at your lips brushing up
against mine, entangled your tongue in this prolonged hope i feel right to the bottom of me.
this room, the bricks and wood remember the thrill of intoxication.

I've began to understand,
its an exquisite beat as we race against our heart beats, with no sense of direction,
i don't know left from right but my legs spread to welcome you.
the depth, the colours in my head changing this possession i want forever.

Gino Obuseng