Tuesday, July 26, 2011

There Shall Not Be Room Enough

Empty me of you.
Pour me out a blessing.
This cup runneth over.
Bitches brew.
This haunting.
Love’s past ghost.
Old lovers.
Blot the residuals.
Twist, turn, ring every drop.
The truth in the serum.
Acid drops.
Eager tongue.  
Get high on the fumes.
Euphoric residue.  
The familiar bittersweet taste.
You.
The present of your absence.  
A gift I refuse to open.
Close minded free bird.
Intoxicated clarity.
You.
Cleary intoxicating.
Special effect artist.
Wizard.
Magician.
Wicken.
Angel.
What are you?
Causing me to question.
Who am I?
Sadist.
Lush.
Girl.
Fiend.
Power trips.
No luggage.
I’m not going anywhere.
You are here.
Goblet in hand.
Wielding your concoction.
Taunting my desire.
Head & the heart vacillate.  
Neither lead.
I come undone.
Out of body.
Bear witness.
The spell is broken.
Coming to.
Your presence is absent.
I am blessed.