BH (07-30-81 / Buffalo, New York)

Liquid Love

Tossing down drinks
that flow like waterfalls,
I glean only fragments
from the world around me.

Lights become tactile,
sounds become flavor.
Reason falls way to desire
and she is what I want.

Rich and dark,
like she should be.
She never says 'no;
you're never not good enough.'

In my mouth,
in my mind,
in my soul,
she comforts me.

My liquid love,
I would do anything for you,
but as Meatloaf so emphatically said,
I wont do that.

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Comments (2)

I like this... a lot! Great poem!
hm, sounds like someone is enjoying something; -)