Spirit Love
By Tina L. Jens
Tequila is a fickle lover
Running fast and hot through my veins
Gin has a slow hand
Like a riff from Eric's guitar
Champagne bubbles over my brain
Like hydrogen peroxide across an open wound
Whiskey sears a scar across my heart
No clumsy surgeon could leave
And I go on cataloging alcohols
While my heart grieves
For You.
Only for you.