Whiskey In Hand To Warm Me
Your words spiral in my mind
They collapse my veins, boil my blood
Make me cry in my sleep
Your voice
Calms me
Winds me down like ocean waves
Dancing their serpent dance to center
My eyes can't see you
My heart always finds you
IT IS Madness -
White laundry hanging out to dry
Without sun
I wait for you
But this time
With the door closed.
