Intoxication Poem by Ann Mckeeman

Intoxication



I sat upon a wicker chair
And sipped a cup of tea..
While tempests raged outside
I drank...you..in
(With every fragrant sip
More precious and delicate
Than the last mouthful...)
Finally,
An eternal thirst
Quenched in you..

Friday, January 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Ann Mckeeman

Ann Mckeeman

westbrook, maine
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