Drink

                 To lips apressed,

    With apart they be.

As delve in intereste,

    As search it free.



What found the taste,

    Of ephemeral spring,

Oh surely the want,

    To swig and to sing.



As hench does resume,

    And honesty free,

To joy there thighs find,

    The pulse, the frenzy.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

If for a moment of passion we do many-a selfless thing.

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