Sometimes, whiskey outshines love

Like a needle on a record, taking parts of you away as it draws sharply and constantly across the heart. Slow descending circles, just to hear a song hidden in the scratches one more time. This is how I sing to you. Close your eyes and listen to the sound as I slide my fingertips across your skin. Every freckle, every scar, every fold and every curve of your body is a note played. This is our song, but one day the song will end. And when it does, I will hum in my sleep, as my fingers twitch from thoughts of you. I will sing the song your body sang, as I sleep, and dream, of you.