Lady Stories

Circle_Something

13 Aug 2012

Lady Vodka (poem number 1 of many)

I love my Lady... Vodka

Vodka, my Lady I finally have you My Russian Bride Strong and tasty But let's not be hasty Slowly sipped, savoured and loved, that's my Lady My Vodka, my love Never leave me Lady Vodka

I have entered her world and she in mine. The skies are coloured storm cloud grey. I don’t know why? Grey is soothing, neutral. To calm the shifting tide of emotions. Sometimes it is high and at times low. I longed for her presence. I like the way she blu...

I call her Lady. That is what she is and will be. And time. What is time? It is the difference between us. A number. A perception. It does not exist when we are talking. My heart beats faster as my mind finds her in my crowded thoughts. I would have loved...