The Lady of Absolution...She tastes pink.That familiar burn is there,the way it goes through me.There's a gentleness to this one,delicate, though strong. She deceives youinto thinking she's innocent. My Lady, you're far from innocent!You make me feel far...
Oh, Vodka!How I pine for thee.For a man with no money,cannot drink his Lady!I miss your burn,your delicate palate,that crack as the bottle opens.I miss the intoxicating aroma,and the weight of the glass.It always starts the same:I wash my glass,then pour...
First piece of writing on my new laptop, this is. I wonder what it’ll be? Any ideas? A poem? A story? A musing? All three? Could be! But if it is a poem, it ain’t gonna be set out like one. I often find myself wondering why poems are set out in such a way...
