Liquid Lover


He madly pours her liquid spirit into his empty soul.

He feels her comfort rushing wildly through his body.

For this moment, the compulsion subsides…

But it always returns—He is never free – never whole.

 

He cries for her like a baby cries for his bottle

But her taste upon his lips will pacify

She helps him not to think; or even care if he can stand.

His life is too much to endure…without the staggering effects

of his liquid lover

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