We Drank Till We Had A Fever Poem by Mark Heathcote

A blue neon light shines on a bottle of wine.
It reminded me of a girl I wined and dined.
Oh, how I drank till I had a fever in a barn.
Looking at the stars, lovelorn
In early August, the sun rises in flames.
And I drowned in all my sorrows, reminiscing.
The dew-drop kisses that worshipped my name
And held my hand and drank from my lips.
And she swallowed the air beside me, gulping.
Oh, how we drank till we had a fever.
But yet, I never felt so well or strong.
But yet, I never felt so in tune or in --sync with myself.
A blue neon light shines on a bottle of wine.
Released a genie with three granted wishes
And stole my heart and mind.
And it presented a divine heaven to my soul.