The Third Drink

two drinks these days 

are the limit.
with one
i'm fine.
a little wiser, more
reflective,
settling back into a chair,
as my bones
unwind.
two drinks and i'll say
something silly,
whatever is on my mind.
i'll reach over to kiss
you, to touch
your arm, your leg, your knee,
your soft behind.
but the third drink
is my
downfall. i'll tell the truth
about everything.
no one gets out
alive.