Every night I think about the short
trip to the liquor store you make 2 blocks from our cottage
In the quaint seaside town of Manipaue Italy
Followed by a few hours of lonesome drinking
I quietly step into your world
And cover your pores seething with yesterday
Today and the many days of poison liquids that consume all of you
No more pleasure found only a way out of no way
A road to your personal hell
Until you wake again and start over
This time will be the last you mumble
I sit with you and pray for the same

Desta

“Writing is a potion of devotion, magical, mysterious and mighty” Desta

"Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore. ”
Zora Neale Hurston