Single Malt

Raven's Quill

Those harsh words linger on the vacant air
The lost moments that drift beyond our care
Aggressive tones are all that remain
And the dream ends in another eclipse
Its warmth a brief release from tension’s strain
As thoughts still question how love turned to hate
Intense were passions shared within our bed
Tormented teasings of making her wait
Until love exploded inside her head
All gone now there’s too much rage left instead
Sweet nothing whispers churned in words profane
The thoughts of regret always come too late
Like the malt I am a single affair
As whisky slips between broken lips

 

©JG Farmer 2014
Form: Ivorian Sonnet 108

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