Today I drank a glass of liquid love;
It stained my lips with red and light,
And made my tongue as soft as silk.
My words, they glowed divine and bright
And dripped of nectarine mercy.
The liquid love crawled down my throat,
Burning through the rising bile and lies
And made my voice the trumpet's blow
Heard across the drowning lands and oceans dry;
The call of a being who knows no mortal name.
Then deep within, the liquid love did find my soul;
It cured the plague that rocked my bones
And carved my heart the shape of gold
It gave to me a godly light that was my own
That would cast its kindness upon this Earthly realm.
Tomorrow I'll have another fix of liquid love,
And so the day after, and so the day after
'Till when I wait upon my dying breath,
And gallons of liquid love sweep my name
In gentle currents to lands of mist and honoured death.
A.G.
July 13, 2018
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Masks and Muses
PoetryThese are my (mostly) "It's-3pm-and-I-don't-want-to-study" musings.
