Bottle

Slide into me
my veins are a maze
and I can feel you coming,
warm, familiar haze.

My eyelids grow heavy
with every single dip,
fog setting in with
another long, slow sip.

Tilt back my head
and sigh through the smile,
take me there again
because it's been awhile.

Open me up
and pour it in deep,
I'm coming alive
and falling asleep.

Another big pull
ah, there I'm gone,
and this is where I'll stay
until the dawn.

I know when morning comes
I'll begin to sink,
life will start to hover
until the next drink.

So slide into me now
keep hold the throttle,
such a beautiful affair it is,
me and the bottle.