The Absinthe of Desire

This is the title poem, slightly revised, from the collection The Absinthe of DesireĀ 

The absinthe of desire

distilled, the audacity
of strangers, the honey
of deceit, the fine white
toxin of shared delusions
clouding the senses,
precipitating lies, like
snowflakes, their kisses
melting

in the dark, passion flares
like a match, they drop
out of love as easily
as absinthe slips
down the throat.

The hangover lingers
for years, it is the one
sure thing of their lives.

 

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