no martini still
have lips touching
lips moistened brushing skin
trying to taste some
last sip of gin
bitter water made sweet
vermouth to nourish
but dirty with juice
overly anxious olives
bursting in my mouth
as I bite and suck
feel that still
moment of silent
surprise and lust
swirling within
from toes to fingertips
and tipsy drips
sprinkle the floor
with holy water
blessing the earth
with sloppy urges