Thirsty Thursday....Part 1

The sweet dark rich colors...the way they change in a light, they way they change in a circumstance...the way they widen and dim.

They way I fall in.

Come sip with me...come sit beside me.  Come like ice immolate the drink, softening it the way I feel you do this world...you rub soft edges into a day of spikes.  You make it curve, you make the day infinitely sweeter.

Come abide with me...a porch at sunset, frogs peeping their constants, insects alighting, a dark smear of orange in the west and you beside me with music playing in another room.  No promises but just a moment when two can connect and disconnect...feel me beside you.  No talk, just the slight stir of air.  We are comfortable, we are softened.

Come lean into me...a noisy place, a New York bar...a crush of a crowd.  I can smell you when you talk into my ear, the lotion, the same, the constant...it is on your hands and on your skin.  And I deliberately talk low so you lean in, your bourbon slowly melting in your glass that you pull to your chest to not spill as you angle towards me.

Come remind me...the hesitancy when we drink in the day...an afternoon...we crave the night because we never spend it together so this is a filler...we dare.  We take our sips, we flush sometimes with color.

A bottle of brown, wrapped in scarlet silk.

We remind each other of a time and of a drink...we remember a time of when the warmth infusing us was well beyond the bourbon.  We toast each other of stolen moments but secretly wish for more.

I secretly crave the more.

I secretly toast the evening of coal blackness...across fires and flames, across the slight red blink of towers...dots on a horizon.  Reminders of things that light up.

I remember your eyes...the same exact color of a drink poured in an evening and given a chance to slightly alter, to sometimes become darker, and sometimes lighten...but always...always lightening up.

It is funny the thirst that is felt is not always in the tongue or in the throat...it is funny how quickly the thirst can move to a place in the chest that is not brown at all but rather heartbeat red.