It’s “just a beverage;”
you tell me;
enlivens your insides,
a tactile sensation,
an unexpected pleasant 360′ of emotion,
the flirtation of an ocean wave,
like a smile from across the room,
for you it’s real
it’s not that same wave.
When it soaks you- you run to shore,
When it soaks me, I run in,
that unexpected wave,
I’m the child again,
it’s my first time at the beach
a welcome surprise, my first
a cool reset on a sweltering day
you’ve tasted it’s salty rim
I hadn’t known I wasn’t alive?
I stood, my soul dripping
what it could not hold,
what it could not quench,
revealing the many tiny holes,
like a sieve it drains slowly at my feet
I am still thirsty same as you.
I was never the sort
To discard photos of old boyfriends;
…..even after I married.
I wouldn’t ask my husband to delete
Chapters 3-7 of his favorite book?
I was never the sort,
to think, perhaps I knew what I was doing?
From the day I gushed forth onto this earth.
Even in my twenties, when recklessly surveying
My own resilience in life;
Puking in an alley way after showing the bartender my titties;
Humility was not in check inwardly or outwardly
This I knew, I was a late bloomer
Life itself spoke to me daily in both whispers and shouts,
In neon buzzing letters that dripped from the sky;
Fading into all that I would become.
I was never the sort to ask for help
But would prefer to swallow that whole bottle;
And have you ask
“Can I help you?”
Now I am the sort where forgiveness is as abundant as poetry;
I want to read the book to its entirety,
Most often a sour start can end so sweetly