I Drink Some Love
A free-verse spiritual poem
From a glass potion bottle,
I drink some love.
I swallow the wine-like taste of
warmth and passion.
The springy aroma of tenderness
enters my little nostrils.
The touch of deep admiration
warms me up like sweet heat.
In the colour of garnet,
I drink some love.
I'm thirsty for endearment,
fondness, rapture and spiritual inclination.
The magenta pink juice
works like a medicinal herb.
It destroys all the hate cells
that live in my gut.
Before I drift-off,
I drink some love.
When I wake up,
all I crave is bliss.
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Love is good to give and take