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Dom 6d
Gimme a clear square glass
With that clear spherical ice.

Gimme that orange bitters
And just a spritz of water to break down the sugar.

Let me smell the aroma
Of that bottled spirit,
Perfume of aged charred cask,
And vanilla laced with caramel.

Let it waterfall into the glass,
Hugging all of the curves as they cascade down
And when you stir, do it soft and slow
Look me in the eyes,
Tell me I've been a good boy

Garnish with a zesty peel.

Let this liquid ***,
Slip down my throat
Throwing me deeper in lust
For another.
My favorite cocktail, preferably with maker's mark or bulleit.
Dom 7d
The Winter Queen is dead
She shed her icy rime from her crown
And from melting points of her tear-drop puddles
We see the sun.

I'm alive in the warmth of the golden glow,
Solar powered the way the cells swell
And I'm here, by the shoreline
Watching the waves crash and swallow castles.

Can in hand,
Resolved with the optimistic: "Yes I can!"
While taking the hoppy sleek liquid down with a swig
A pale ale with tropical taste,
Much like how I like the early sunset
This brew --

Tasty and hazy.
nothing better than a good ole hazy IPA during these warmer days!
Dom Apr 1
I understand why the rain causes aches.
It’s a heavenly balm that cleanses our wounds,
Which we conceal within the depths of a sigh.

The cool, wet pellets splash against scars that resemble riverbeds,
Flowing to coalesce with flooded emotions.
The draught is over—
We are no longer ravaged by the fires of rage.

As the petrichor lingers, tickling our senses,
Gaze upon the gray skies and -
Know that the sun still shines brightly.
Dom Apr 1
Dead limbs revive,
adorned in verdant coats,
as sunlight pierces -
through the canopy’s parasols.
If you pause your hurried pace,
you can hear an orchestra of arboreal inhabitants.
The sky appears like an endless ocean.
Let love be your vessel;
Sail across the great expanse
On bountiful cotton fluff.
We all chase the sun.
Dom Mar 31
Fog is bellowing
Where my vision was once so clear
Obscured in the opaque
Plagued by the pangs of -
Belly ache pains,
I’m so hungry for closure
That I can taste the air like a birthday cake
I’ll blow out the candle -
And let the dark consume as I fade out of frame.

I always knew, when the luster wore off
And all my paint chipped,
I’d be discarded and misused -
Stricken by boldness
Like a highlighted bible verse
There is scripture in the way you smite
The very holiness of my utmost intention
Pure as spring water -
Bottle my countenance
And set me by the fire,
Contents under pressure.
Dom Mar 31
Cat-like in the way she sways
I am in awe of her-
Sensual little movements
Delicate confident strides
She wears a smile
Like contour-
Or
A
Ruby red lip.
Her eyes are emeralds
Piercing through atoms
Chasing souls like mice,
And with a glance -
I am caught in her claws, a toy.
Dom Mar 31
Well, in the weight of it,
All these thoughts that bury a spark
Creativity suffocates in the absence of light
Where these clawing arms reach from the floorboards
To pull me under tenebrous silhouettes -
Ripping my skin to the **** of my soul
Poking their rods to extinguish my all,
I am famished from the hunger for a muse in the music
I am thirsty for a tide of color -
Oppressed by the terrorist of harmony,
A prisoner of war in my melancholy.
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