Through a pool of brandy
she waves her humorous smile
I sip at my oak aged spirit
and observe her subconscious awhile
The rafters mingle close
as whispers echo near
and I raise a gentlemanly toast
until her intentions are clear
No gentleman needed tonight
Her eyes have wandered far enough
This is close to what feels right
There's no need to question love
The edifice deconstructed now
in a liquid warm and strong
is nothing more than a buzzing bee
waved away by her simple song
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Heavy Like Sauce
PoetryBlue the bottle and water red and little fishes swim in my head Your morose melody All at once got stuck in me and there I wept in my shame For your pain I could never tame Deep poetry for drinking deeply. All content in this book is under copyright...
