You, again

I want to be around you
As much as you want to be inside of me
I want to press my eyes
deep back into my head,
all the way up to my brain,
until the pain stops

And my hands are warm from
Red wine and the fear of
Never being able to Smile and say “Hello”
like the well dressed ladies on the street on a Friday evening.
And the wine smells like vinegar.

Covered in moon light,
Cold and fading
How can I get my eyes back?
I want to be with you,
As much as you want to leave me very soon.