I'm contained by gin
Soulful and true
Insane but blue

Crimson stains
Withered sheets of satin
Coinciding in my mind

Edinburgh rides high
London below
Call the trolly

Games commence
Justifying my religion
Anticipated revolt

But I sing
And gleam
In Winter's dawn

I love him
Need
And want

Colliding with my palms
Under a prayer of psalms
Ending pitfalls of ***