Warmth and silence, a moment in time

liquid fire reaches down my throat,
spreading sweet comfortable warmth
into my stomach,
across my chest,
that long lost hug
from spirits on the other side
before they slide
like a love potion into my brain
erasing the pain,
once again,
only for a moment
but this moment is mine
and while I know
that when the corporeal
regains it's inevitable control
I know that no where I can go
can ever take away this silence,
this freedom to float away from the memories,
from the darkness as the chains break
and I am once again a god,
naked from the scars
left over time;
this moment is mine
and mine alone,
even if that means
I am all alone.