Broken Wings of a Sober Heart

You intoxicate my soul…

Filling me full of liquid curiosity,

As droplets of distilled emotions

Dribble down my trembling chin.

You are my elixir of good times…

Tilted back to touch these lips,

So thirsty for your careless kiss.

I am seduced by your bottle-cap eyes,

So intent to pour out their bliss

Of prescription pleasure into mine.

My body is sinking through the clouds

Into this sleepless box of comforts…

Leaking with lithium promises

That seek to silence my crying conscience.

Your words drip with toxic tranquility –

Crippling my concept of reality,

As these threads of thought start to fray.

I surrender to this surreal sedation…

Setting flame to the shadows

That dance like lovers behind my eyes.

My tongue lingers to catch your tears –

Raindrops fleeing from the jealous night sky.

Your whimsy notions have led me astray…

Lost in a blank canvas of glowing embers,

As memories are painted and burnt away.

I wade through days like a raging river –

Timid to stop in the glistening waters

That flow eagerly with foolish envy.

Your toxins transform time into darkness,

For I have turned blind to the paradigms

That led me to your arms with reason.

How long will these broken wings

Hide away this sober heart yearning?