Stupefy

 I had slowly began appreciating  
 Full spiked flavor of Sangria
 And center of your attention
 Adding to my quick intoxication 
 While you were softly saying  
 Those little right things that
 Kept me in a drunken stupor  
 And bathing in my misthinking
 After all, clowns; just amusement   
 Your obvious lack of desire for me
 Came to light in times of quietness
 I realized somehow, I meant nothing  
 As withdrawals turned to shivers  
 And colorful daydreams faded away 
 My harsh reality … a sad sobering  
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020  

22 thoughts on “Stupefy

      1. Like red vine flowing through a waterfall, then some tequila served by the riverbed, and then finally we all just take a huge dip in the Poet’s tipsy ocean😉💐❤️

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