Absinthe dreams,
Tingling liquid
Fingertips
Holding the key
To the forbidden
Land…
I walk blinded,
Wrist-bound
And gagged…
Following the
Ethereal whispers
Of old yearning
Fantasies.
Should I dare
Dip a toe
In your dark
Waters, and
Risk drowning
In your haunting
Gaze?
Another drink,
My mind swirls
And for a moment
I lean on your
Smile,
Keep lulling me,
Rock me,
Breathe out your
Reassuring ghostly
Presence
On my cheek.
Or let me wander
Endlessly…
While I stumble
Through my
Very dear
Absinthe dreams…