QUEEN OF THE WHISKEY WEDNESDAY

WHISKEY WEDNESDAY
a crying night I cut you 
to watch the shrouds pour from your holy wounds
listening to silent snow falling inside a summer room-
tasting the lust from years dust
Whiskey Wednesday -who saved ravens for her hair
and dances before the marble and granite audience
making love in golden shallow lakes-
surrounded by crowded spinning history
physical -ultimate - critic
Whiskey Wednesday 
she saved Ravens for her hair-
she caught moments for her eyes
Darkness came with all the chariots
 demons burnt and scalded -the hands melt into friendships grip.
silent early the last breath-
Whiskey Wednesday-
she collected Ravens for her hair