Words Like Wine

These words
like wine
swirl in my head,
make me drunk
and ready to take my pen
to bed

or at least a lover
who will talk to me
and listen
to what I have gathered
in the folds
of my swollen
brain.

I am ready for all this loving.

Of all the words
that trace the edges of my fingers
and the skin on my knee.

All of the words
that, like lips,
speak,
 and then whisper,

poetry--
dry on my tongue
and as wet
as the night's
dew.