boy meets girl

its not every sunday
when– boy-meets-girl
will you have forgotten my name?
and who are You! i will pout.
i come to know your euphonious whisper- afire
against my tender skin- do i want to let you in
Or do i have your sleepy love

thence the bitter cup- of loneliness

i have drunk from your lips; stumbling i weep
i am the unruly Sot
begging another mouthful:

Intoxicate Me.

may i have this chalice filled? a swallow or savour?
will you save me fast-handed if i drown?
im overflowning with you.