Me – your tipsy moon

Name your poison:
     me;
dirty elixir
and shaken chaser,
sour wind
     or
tonic,
tipsy moon between
your sheets
from vesper into
     dawn.
It doesn’t matter
cause for me
it’s you and only
     you.

drinking-bacchus-jpglarge

Today De wants us to go to the bar at dVerse by using bar terms in a way that has very little to do with drinking or alcohol. She also wants us to write in 33 words or less, which for me (naturally) means writing in exactly 33 words. Come and see the complete list of words when the bar opens at 9 PM CET.

February 7, 2017

32 responses to “Me – your tipsy moon

  1. Dear Bjorn, as ever wonderful poetic musings. I believe there are certain shades of me within the subject matter. I may have to deem you my official poet. I am always amazed at artists like yourself and other wordpress-brother-in-arms such as http://richardankers.com/author/richardankerswrites/. So much heart, colour, style and depth in so few words. Much appreciated sirs, keep them coming. Regards. S.

  2. It is poignant to again and again read how love can be so closely described as vices do (like drinking). Great contribution, I loved the line about the sheets a lot!

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