Spree 3

drunk as a skunk
on dew and berries
on you and Merry
Christmas carols
choruses carry
me home again

jagged jumbled
illucid I lay
blowing bubbles
of champagne
and of chardonnay
and of me and you
our spit combined
tongues entwined

a silly sparkle
spunky salute,
sung in a major minor
mish-mash key
crashing from tongue
and your blood red lips
glued to my skin
into the marrow of me

wit and charm shut down
eloquence fled
elegance dead
no need for those
in elusive intoxication
of hair and rush and care
push, pull, plea, breath
shapes and textures
heat and beat and
definitive defeat

we resonate, so resolute
incoherent, incredibly
incomprehensible
in complete harmony
incoming, incoming
coming closer, colliding
coexisting, sliding
slippery on top of me
scripting a trail
of strawberry flavoured
saliva over still, somehow,
summer tanned skin

so compact
such contact
a cool-off caress
blowing bubbles
of champagne
a beautiful mess
giggling gushes
of afterglow giddy
afternoon excess