Dark globe

The hot amber drink
That singes the lips and warms the gullet down,
I first swish it — around, around — 
Lust-filled, full-bodied.
More drains down the rocketwall to the core,
To the chasm that breaks apart me from myself.
Another taste and under — sight torn asunder,
Break low to the ground.
Dark globe in wait by lamplight.
A hush then the sound. Syllables that shatter my bones.
To the altar I fall.
Confessing all; Truth be told, I wanted to drown.
Burn off with a drink, relief and a peace.

(August 2005)

Comments are closed.