You sat inches away from me

A car front seat blocked me from you.

All I wanted, all I urged for was to touch you.

Just touch your sturdy jacket and your calloused hands.

Was this in my heart?

Or was it the stems in my veins?

The smoke in my eyes and lungs,

The smell in my nose?

I don't think I'll ever know.

My inebriated self is the only

Me you like.