What would it take
To pull me out of this hole
There are only
So many stars left in the
Sky to love me this way
Even typing is difficult
So the outer space
Begins to inscribe
Upon my heart
What my hands cannot do
Does the world grow tired
Of my words
Will they crave what the
Planets choose to write
Can I crack my brain
Open enough to poor the
Plenty in
To sink and drink me in
A portal
What is the traditional
Recipe of life
A paste of pleasure
Our souls simmered
In red wine
Come back tomorrow
Find your tastebuds
Waiting for you
At a table with friends
No longer strangers
© GÄ
Poétique 