The Boy Who Kissed The Bottle

poem I wrote about falling in love, hard, and knowing that that love just might save you from yourself. Listening to The Same Tattoos by Fences. And yes the title is a reference to a Jawbreaker song.

There’s nothing like kisses with accents,
Warm, wet hairs scent,
Songs they sing trapped in a smile,
Knowing, when lips meet,
Exactly what they ate,
And forgetting that you need to,

Take your breath away,
Like a drag from a cigarette,
But burning in your heart and not your lungs,
Fingernails like painted razors,
That never break the skin,
Tender vampire bites that beg you repeat the sin,

Spit like whiskey when it hits the throat,
And a tongue like morphine when it touches mine,

If love can be an addicion,
I’m cashing in all the others,
Cuz I’d rather be kissing you.

By: Torrin A. Greathouse