A little poem from my random Bursts of Words collection.
I drink of your sweetness
Rapture in a glass
Glowing and decadent, you dare to tame me
I pour truths under your spell
I slumber by your compulsion
And awake none the wiser to your wises
If only I could break the spell
Alas, there is no cure, only a battle I am not ready to fight
So you claim me nightly
Soothe my wild thoughts until they are too hazy to see
I lose myself in your golden light
And I drown in the moment of peace you offer from the war in my mind
The golden liquid tames me, calms me, steers me from the truth.