Is there love on this
dangerous road?
The one that holds a bottle of
your liquid seduction
that will never let go of my
reflection in this
pool you circulate in, and
wallow with pride wrapped
on your side like
a gun loaded and ready
at any time
while you grin
in the chagrin of
time not wasted
but fated to catch
who/what you can
while wanting me
to wait to be your
‘go to’ relief when
the drama(s) won’t
heal with pharma.
‘Go To’ Relief
