Half-drunk

Half-drunk on the sidewalk
the taste of cheese and skin
still salting my lips,
I want another glass of wine,
but would prefer more grape-
laden breath in my mouth.

Alone and half-drunk
I place my hands to my face,
struggle to hold the moment
between my palms,
but her crusted kiss dissolves;
leaves only a burgundy lipsticked print
on my glassy chin.