Burt Heacock Poet I do not know?

Inebriant Is Affection

Inebriant is affection
when hearts to hearts are hot
and pangs can cut the tendering
Effects not short of alcohol !

Come to my heart - take it slow
One atrium at a time
The right - when at first sight
The left - when attractions grow

Ventricles are the portico
Emotion at the door !
In cadence debuts the lifeblood
That solicitous ore !

That synonym - the saviour -
the kindred in kind - 
like life and death -co-exist
How much like brethren they are

Live and blood steep in vermillion
How vital they are !
Then one and then the other
One distills - the other gurgles on.

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Beata Agustin May 3, 2024 at 1:32 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed."