PUKING INTO AIR

I REALLY WANT TO COMBINE
YOUR FACE WITH MINE
AND CREATE
SOME SORT OF HARMONY
IN A MOMENT OF
UTTER CHAOS.
IT REALLY WON'T TAKE
TOO LONG.
JUST SOME PATIENCE
AND A BOTTLE
OF SOMETHING
DELICIOUSLY
INSPIRING.
GO GET IT FOR
ME AND ADD ANOTHER
ICE CUBE.
I IMAGINE TALKING
TONIGHT BUT NOT.
I IMAGINE 'BEING'
TONIGHT BUT NOT.
IT'LL JUST BE MORE
OF THE SAME
AND I'LL BE OK WITH THAT.
AS LONG AS WE HAVE
THE FOG IN FRONT OF
OUR EYES.

*Daniel. You're writing is so influential that my subconcious puked the first part of this poem out without thinking about almost the exact poem you wrote. I was DRUNK. Golden god.