It's Still Life

Straight Up Rain

I still toast this twist
of love. It’s troublesome
at times — on rare days,

it’s sour as cold weather
or straight-up rain.
It’s a tipsy life,

this tonic that drowns
our sorrows, and I think
of you, your forged smile

it’s a quiet vesper, and you
are a heart’s elixir.
This is our time, you say.

So we sit, we drink
in our liquid courage.

written for dVerse: Mixology