Love And Whiskey

 
Love hidden in a box of letters she hasn't opened to savor in years. Her fingertips graze the exterior and She reaches again for the glass and a pen. Searches the paths of him for words that lace the whiskey with his gin,
so for a moment she can imagine,
while in the same breath forget losing him.
Temporary illusion of happiness, and ten thousand morning headaches in her wake.
Love rises with the sun and threatens blinding of her mind's eye, shades draw down to put the memory aside.
An aftertaste lays bitter in her blood, raping her subconscious too the floors. Submission is certain to hold her in its grasp.
Steadfast was the love he spoon fed her tipsy heart,
She grew dizzy in his whiskey love.
Tears burn in the soul nearly as quickly as whiskey burns the throat,
He always told her;
She never showed him,
told him....
that she loved him so.
Love was there,
it was present, but the trouble was her unsteady, shaking hand.
An outstretched limb reached to destroy her seemed safer then a chain to hold her till the end.
Don't trust the outstretched limb,
it has venom in its fangs,
it will bite and your breath will bitter with the blood of said man.
Love in a still frame black and white, broken is her moment and thus whiskey stained her tossed and ever turning nights.