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Alcohol Thoughts

If i could summon you to my perception
Or host you whole to my being 
Only then 
Only then would you fathom the wreckage 
And take a dip in my alcohol thoughts
Or come watch me redeem my aggravating flaws 
Hues from my mouth dripping void , dripping scarlet
Like the letter except that im unwritten
And the sounds of ill relief form an orchestra in my ears 
They are diamonds , not tears 
Pulled triggers not passing years 
Im only dreaming when my my head hangs low 
only winning when my mind is stray 
Im more familiar with the shattered glass yet your touch cracks more of me 
Be the muse to my blues 
Or just be , thats enough for me 
Pour gasoline to the inferno 
Hang me by the neck like your dartboard , aim the dart
I'd rather you be the wretched end of me than anybody be my clean cut start 
They'd offer you umbrellas in the rain 
Then you'd have me asking if all is resolved by my lipstick stain?
During the harvest they'd help you with your grain
I, my eyes'd mist 
pleading in your arms wondering whether your love for me was washed by your terrain 
But darling , if you chose the vodka off the rack of the champagne 
You'd have to accept the bitter warmth of it , hauling at you like acidic rain
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Dietrich Avatar
June 15, 2016 at 3:28 PM
lots of powerful imagery in this one, Sandra! I enjoyed seeing your poetry today.
Shokry Avatar
June 15, 2016 at 4:02 PM
Thanks a lot for your lovely comment andrea , lots of love :)
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