Dark Apothecary

You slipped syrupy whiskey into a plastic cup, raised it to your lips, and let it slide down your throat without a sound. 

Was this real?

Was I real?

I stood in the darkness, searching for solid ground. 

“Do you trust me?” You asked. 

Yes. More than anything. 

“Then close your eyes.” You said. 

And in that moment any ground I felt beneath my feet was a thousand miles away. 

I drowned in your whiskey kiss, slipping between moments and memories into a small pocket of reality where I nestled into the warmth of your love. 

I could live there forever 

surviving on your kisses, quenching my thirst with your wine–a wine so vibrant I wanted to paint everything with its color. 

August, 2016