#libation
I stretch and yawn and drink at dawn
And drink the livelong day.
I drink until the day is gone,
Then drink the night away.
I drink it black, or white with cream;
I drink it green or red;
I drink it iced, or hot with steam;
I'll drink it when I'm dead.
I drink my tea with gusto and glee;
I love to pour and steep;
I shun the tea that's caffeine-free:
I drink and never sleep.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 10:14 PM UTC
She’s soft and scented in *****
Aromas of fine wine, upon her skin cruise
She holds her glass steady, then takes a sip
Eyes cast out to sea, under the waves her thoughts slip
As if everything around her, was but a blip
Some passerby wants to ask what’s she thinking
But seeing her so relaxed, instead asked what’s she drinking
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
I had laid to sleep
that voice inside me who loves,
for she bleeds and bleeds and bleeds...
but you--
with your quiet words--
have woken her again.
for,
as much as she bleeds,
she would pour yet more--
a libation into the barrenness--
if you would but fill the silence.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC