Dark & Thick nectar flows into my soul
drowning Thoughts & Feelings in a flood
of Fiery honey.
Burns away Regret, beats down Remorse
cries for my sorrows and celebrates
She is joining me tonight, in spirit if not in fact
her lips on the rocks glass, her kiss on my lips,
I can't wait.
I grab the bottle, turning it up
A moment then two as my heart drops,
The bottle is empty.
J. Eutaw Sharpton Dec. 15, 2003