Intoxicated

[paradoxical]

I wake and your perfume
still lingers on my clothes,
the warm sun reminds me
of being in your arms

throughout the day I am
overcome by thoughts of you
and when I close my eyes,
you are all that I see

[dizzydoll]

I love the title. The poem is very deep. Passionate. Good job.

[OctopusGarden]

I was mislead that it was actually about alcohol with the first line, but as I read the second line I realized that it is probably about love. I enjoy the metaphor a lot, I'm sure many of us have felt that way.

[dizzydoll]

You might be right octopus. I just prefer my own imaginary. I have been intoxicated by love in the past.

[Hayseed Huck]

Hello poet,

Things are always more important to the poet than ideas.

With that in mind, I offer ...
--
Six O'clock, your smell lingers
on the sleeve of my denin shirt.
The 6:30 sun reminds me
of your face at my shoulder.

At nine'oclock I spill my coffee--
there was a thought of that sliver
of sleepy slobber when you fell asleep--
still on my shirt when you awoke
and got up to leave

It is not wise to drink coffe
with eyes closed.
---
HH

[Buh4Bee]

engaging.

[breathtest]

Six O'clock, your smell lingers
on the sleeve of my denin shirt.
The 6:30 sun reminds me
of your face at my shoulder.

At nine'oclock I spill my coffee--
there was a thought of that sliver
of sleepy slobber when you fell asleep--
still on my shirt when you awoke
and got up to leave

It is not wise to drink coffee
with eyes closed

I like this quite a lot. I enjoy reading poems that have little details (like spilling coffee) in them alongside the deeper, more lasting thoughts.