More Tequila?

A sequal poem to Tequila? Again, I haven't written any poems for a while, but these two and a sequal poem to this I will hopefully be working on at some point are some of my favourites.

Drunkern nights,
Long twilights.
Having drawn out conversations,
About surreal infatuations.
Words which cut through walls,
Through the houses and the halls.
Fleeting flying glances,
Of the pain which love enhances,
Written there in dirty scrawls,
The masochistic angel falls
Away, like a dead star,
Burning destruction from afar;
Take a photograph and make it your own,
It's immortal, digital, not Kodachrome.
Cut off the King's Head and take it to The Castle,
Hand me the bottle- more tequila?