Rum

I watch you sitting here,
unmoving, oblivious,
to all that is going on around you.
Try as I might, I can't resist the urge to touch you,
your closeness driving me insane with wanting.
I reach out and stroke your neck,
the coolness on my fingertips a pleasing contrast,
to the fire you ignite in me.

I know I should stop, but I don't want to.

Boldly, I draw your mouth to mine,
the sudden burst of fire leaving me breathless.
Then I feel myself relaxing,
a pleasant warmth spreading though my body,
and bringing a blush to my cheeks.
With each moment I grow bolder,
uninhibited.
You, however, continue to sit here quietly,
lost in your own world.

Concerned, I give you a nudge and then another.

Staring hard at you, I realize with a start,
that you are empty,
just a shell of what you used to be.
Suddenly, your emptiness strikes me as funny,
and I begin to giggle uncontrollably.
Feeling guilty I pat you on the back,
the force knocking you over.
I quickly help you back up,
failing to stifle my laughter.

From the look on your face, I figure our night has ended.

With a sigh, I stumble from my seat.
As I turn to go, I catch the eye of another,
and the invitation is unmistakable.
Noticing his resemblance to you,
I smile softly at this newcomer,
showing my acceptance.
I can see you staring at me,
your shock at my betrayal evident.

Feeling sorry for you, I flash you a reassuring smile.

I can see the sudden hope in your eyes,
so it is with great sadness,
that I slowly wrap my fingers around your neck,
and quickly feed you to the humgii.
I watch with bated breath as you slide out of view,
your mouth frozen in a surprised "O".
Laughing out loud,
I pull my new buddy closer.
We bow our heads in forced silence,
in remembrance of you,

a once full bottle of rum,
that had sadly become,
just a bottle.


Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Phaestian, in the year 593 AF.