Catastrophe Jones

I imagine the way you taste
must be like wine,
the fruit of your lips
crushed against mine,
the pop and sweetsour
of you on my tongue.
Tonight,
damn the coming hangover,
I will get drunk
on your kisses.

I fail
to understand
many things
in my day to day life.
What I believe I understand
above all,
however,
is this:

I fail
to understand
many things
in my day to day life.
What I believe I understand
above all,
however,
is this: