When drunk shadows play
in tangled tongues, fervent fingers
Cores collide, tremble-turned
limbs, lips cling, eyes close:
I fall open
Send secrets, soundless promises:
I love you, I love you, I need you
to know that I love you
Until arms reach wrap my body
his hands hold hard,
won’t leave me lost to this storm
where non-being swallows
me in blue-violet-red whirlpools
But sobered selves separate,
he sits on bed-edge
pushes hair away from my face
concern creased forehead asks
if I’m okay.
Are we are okay?
Is this okay?
Cadence Collective: Long Beach Poets 
great lines! the alliteration really works in your favor in this piece.