A thin line upon fire water

A thin line upon fire water

A Chapter by Shy Joe

Stout of the pungent drink
Nectar of my eraser
How the reliance has bonded
Between us

Lace thy grip on reality
Crush my insecurities
And drown mother hope

Though, with just you and me
I smile
The air you breath into I
Makes me feel as if I could grace the sky
A great burden lifted
Once again my soul is born

And my lines dance
God they flow
Like the rivers of rum I fare
Fluid my dance with you is muscle memory

Catch me in my fluttering fall
You, my wild dance, my all

© 2017 Shy Joe

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Nice work Shy Joe, I had visions of alcohol making the bond between two closer when insecurities were not so prominent in the equation.

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