In-Class Ramble Poem by Shelby Barker

take thy bread, thy wine to your parched lips;
breathe me in, with the most shallow sips
into an abyss
holding more meaning than the last Kiss we Kissed;
the meadows are parched,
from this time apart, from the sun
which we look upon
so uncaringly as underneath we march.
You and the graves are dressed in black
as you proceed to my bath
of sand to forever bathe amongst my most sickening sins.
Drink thy wine until you are drunk
and I am more than a memory;
eat thy bread, until you’ve sunk
to the bottom of the blackest sea.
Torture the grasses in drought
until hardly stout; binding and breaking
in their so parched predicament; Queen
am I! - keep me close to the lungs, which with you inhale;
remember my force of the fiercest gales;
never let go, for you are my most vulnerable prisoner.