Thirst… (Poetry)

Thirst

 

Friday. every Friday,

I drink.

in hopes of tasting your mouth.

rubbing along the lip of the bottle.

tasting and tasting oh you give me such joy,

so much sadness

empty glass.

Time for another.

– The Finicky Cynic

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