Wishful Drinking

Polytheists

The Black woman is God, I’ve lied with her 

The rains of her sorrows hug my infidelities

like her hand grip on tainted messages behind cell phone window pain

like perverbial strangle holds on head strong addictions riding lustful echoes saying

Choke me

Anguish retains refuge beneath passion drenched soils rooted in the foundation of my desires, rooted in the foundations of her mischief 

Our clepto adolescent souls store sweet chocolate eye candies that only makes sense for our eyes to feel for our eyes to taste

Heaven

Polytheist

Reflections

We made love in front of the mirror, that night we trapped our souls there

Ever so often I windex the residue of nude memories from 2 way mirrors on our glass home

I’ve had my hands in your potions so long the wrinkles from my brain emerge through my fingertips to navigate the winding roads of what I’m feeling

In that reflection I coupled your potent proofs in the tingles of my tastebuds where sheer satisfaction supersedes eye quenching 

Reflections

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Wishful Drinking

Wine tastes amazing after thirty years 

Bottle sparkles dancing on my pupils like fizzing bubbles erupting from poems we casted out into the ocean waves ago

Pouring sand in our glasses for even a moment, a nostalgic time capsule thats breathtaking like small gargles melting in our taste buds 

There’s not a more direct message than pouring your poems into a tea mug that reads “don’t lose the times and don’t waste your spirits...

Wishful drinking”

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