Powerful forces entwine us together
I am your blood…Like the seeping roots of an old fragile tree.
blood merges through you… then through me.
Your whiskey veins seep into madness
with strange difference and a vintage lingering disgrace.
I am the leaves on the forest.
A blanket of green moss.
I feed and supply you comfort, and give you glasses of fake champagne filled green tea.
You are the whiskey drinker and the free spirit that defies normality.
Livi R 2017