Tribute To Medicine For Melancholy
Poem by Eli MorenoDrew
Why is it, my love, do you insist on a frown?
Think of all the brilliant and blissful things out there.
Because if I could, you and I would leave this town
And quietly sit and stare.
We'll lay and flirt and never be lonely
And then prescribe ourselves the best medicine
An exquisite, exotic, ecstatic dose of medicine for melancholy
And you'll feel the best you've ever been.
Then after our long lasting loving inebriation
I'll crave this high that is so intimate and rare.
And we'll laugh and cheer in painful celebration
Then lay there, so warm and bare.
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