Liquid medicine,
Black as night.
Your aroma overcomes me.
Swimming in your steaming waters,
Lurks the salvation of the unborn.
Your taste is bitter,
It sticks to my tongue,
But washes over me like the siren call of the morning warmed ocean.
I am as dependant on you,
As you are dependent on me.
You run through my veins as you heal me.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry, an unorganized jumble of thoughts and feelings expressed through simple prose. Feel free to jump from poem to poem or read only the titles that appeal to you.
