September 7: Beer Lovers Day

Shot and a Beer

Adrift upon the night, a rare perfume
betrays my lover's secrets: she returns
to me in colors bold, an amber bloom
of light upon her skin, as passion burns
from mine. Partake do I of flavors sweet,
obsessive; unto me her essence pours
seductively, as if she might secrete
her potions as the fitting metaphors
for my imagined feats of derring-do.
Her numbing flows of warmth envelop me
with promise of a future rendezvous,
with darkness posing as serenity.
In thee, unfailing spirit, I'll confide,
pray not my fevered urges should subside!