it always started out
wanting to be filled
with something more
than emptiness
the twist of the cap
the break of the seal
the overwhelming aroma
almost sexual, the thrill of it
orgasmic anticipation
sipped upon
ingested
muddled soul and muddy heart
in dire need of arousal
begging in a naked state
of desperation
no love, no religion, no sex
provided such warmth
from lips to tongue
to throat to belly
to body throughout
but the bottle only
contained so much,
there was an unconditional
beginning
but a definitive end
and every hour
spent in elation
was defeated by
twice that spent
in destruction
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