Sometimes, the 5 Glasses
1st glass...
sometimes
I need you
more than
other times
and sometimes
sleep offers
little respite
as my soul
disappears into smoke
and sometimes
I drink better
when I write...
2nd glass
sometimes
I am content
to rest my head
upon your breast
tho' I must admit
I daydream
about the rest
and that is why
my 2nd glass
always tastes best...
3rd glass...
sometimes
tomorrow shines
thru your
laughing eyes
yet, sometimes
I just don't know
for sometimes
I fear we've gone
as far as this life
will let us go
and that is why
my 3rd glass
is always
swallowed slow...
4th glass...
sometimes
I accept loves' test
a tempest of
joy and pain
yet sometimes
I could stand naked
in freezing rain
clinch my fist skyward
and swear in vain
which is why
my 4th glass
tastes of bitter grain...
5th glass...
sometimes
I feel it would be
best for thee
if I could simply
set you free
free from my
darker side
the side you
failed to see
that enchanted eve
you offered your
only heart to me
and sometimes
I feel it would be
a blessing for me
to have my eyes go dark
when you sometimes
look at me
and your eyes
clearly portray
there are parting words
you wish to say
and that is when
my 5th glass
sets my demons free
free to punish thee
for having loved
the likes of me.
Forgive me angel. Forgive me.
Just sometimes.
Copyright © Kenn Mcdowl | Year Posted 2017
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