I’m sidelong in a gaze

my neck hurts but I don’t care

I could listen
I could stare
                       until a phase of whitening in your hair

I haven’t blinked,
I won’t dare

my lungs need more air
but I’m enamored in my chair

I’m thirsty for a drink and you’re whisky rare

I’m tipsy
                  mal de mer,
I hear your voice and I’m impaired