The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Of Spirit and Broken Impossibilities

for you, I bleed 
as I feel my heart crush,
of a thousand glass shards
one stabbed into a fickle eye


that got your attention 
for a Milli second


for them,
I went without air 
holding my breath,
as minute tears
started to zigzag
across my lungs


they never noticed
ever


for us,
I rob peter 
to pay Paul his due
I sold my sight
I am now blind


but I never miss a step 
for love ?


the kind of magic 
that has found me,
and even when I looked
as white wash in a lame tide?


I would do the impossible 
as I have,


but here I am
a broken impossibility
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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