Drunk

Drunk
Your words
fill me and overflow
onto the floor.
I lap them off the tiles.
Too besotted to rise,
I lift my glass to you.
I feel your words
Stream over my hand
and down my arm
to caress the side of my breast.
I edge closer to let them
flow into my soul.
I roll in your visions
and hope
they will seep
deep into my clothing.
In my drunkenness
I stumble to your side,
but can only aspire to your knees.