DRINK

I fell in love with you when, talking,
your lips lingered by the tip 
of my nose and I felt your breath breeze
across my nostrils, and smelt liquor
droplets exciting the hairs inside.
It was scotch and ale, warm and rising
like the first red flushes of love.
I was kind of embarassed, in crisis,
could have kissed you then to taste
the booze that pooled inside your drunken
mouth, licked you dry, supped your eyes
that caught mine staring, undecided,
second guessing if you smelled it too,
intoxicated. You went on talking,
leaning back in your chair, spittle flying,
left me woozy, slurring, hammered, words.