A little poem from my random Bursts of Words collection.

I drink of your sweetness 

Rapture in a glass

Glowing and decadent, you dare to tame me

I pour truths under your spell

I slumber by your compulsion

And awake none the wiser to your wises

If only I could break the spell 

Alas, there is no cure, only a battle I am not ready to fight

So you claim me nightly

Soothe my wild thoughts until they are too hazy to see

I lose myself in your golden light

And I drown in the moment of peace you offer from the war in my mind

The golden liquid tames me, calms me, steers me from the truth.

Photo by Alexandr Podvalny from Pexels

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