In The Land, of
Emotions.
There is only one, that is .....true.
Pain
For, it has no other agenda.
Nor, does it toy, with your heart.
Or mess with your brain.
If the liquor, dribbles,
through my beard.
Be sure, to take a lick.
I once slept, within .....
a burning, bush.
Breathed in, smoky air.
So heavy.
I almost, drowned .....
and
didn't, wake.
Now, I slumber.....
On.
Crisp
Egyptian cotton.
Giajl © Jim Love