A Palpable Desire

A palpable desire
Feeling it from deep within
Drowning my anxiety
Beneath 4 olives, vermouth & gin
Supposed to be a functioning adult
But I say bollocks to all that noise
It wasn’t all that long ago, still
Running the streets with the boys
Though I dress better now
The soul leaking through cracks
My heart is a fragile commodity
Foreboding the oncoming attack

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Frantically Typing

Frantically typing

Finding that heroine

Flushing out details

Over vermouth & gin

Discovering her strong,

Smart & pretty as can be

Words forming reality

Thoughts allowing to her be free