Treacherous Sip Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

so suddenly silence called.
he in stampede was running,
as if it burnt.

and it burnt desire
and he waited by the bar,
until they served twice
strengthened drinks,
and world saw from the completely
different side,
when he had corrected,
for the third time strengthened.

a soil hugged him
cold wet and good
for recovering one's
mental balance

Mr forgot yourself
Mr went too far
Mr will forgive you

not everyone...