Rather You
DESIRELOVELONGING
I would rather drink you in than touch a bottle.
Because no scotch, no fire, no amber burn
could ever hit my throat the way your name does
when it leaves my lips slow
like confession and salvation braided together.
I would rather hold you tight than run away.
Because the world taught me to run
from war, from ghosts, from love that might not stay
but you, you made stillness feel like freedom.
Your breath is the quiet after thunder.
Your hands, a home I never thought I’d earn.
Every scar on me hums softer when you trace it,
as if your touch rewrites the reasons I ever bled.
I have known hunger.
The kind that sits in your chest,
eating from the inside out.
But your eyes
they feed something I thought had starved to death.
So when I say I would rather drink you in than touch a bottle,
know that it’s not about addiction
it’s about surrender.
The way I’m drunk on your presence,
steady on your silence,
alive in your orbit.
And when I say I’d rather hold you tight than run away,
it’s not because I’ve forgotten how to run
it’s because for the first time, I don’t want to.
Because you are the calm I fought for,
the peace I never believed in,
the reason I put my hands down,
and my heart up.
I would rather lose every escape than ever lose you.
