drink me insane

colour me blue
no, bluer still
blending reds
with anguish
that deeply drains
Herakles of strength
and leaves Sheba
a hopeless ascetic

cry me intemperate
simpering silly sod
that I am most
willing to be
so long as leaves
insist on dancing
and trees tempt
my eager touch

drink me insane
for my reason
has fitfully fled
failing to grasp
the inanities of
your humanities
when the easiest
thing of all is to

just love

[Inspired by A Writer’s Soul’s “drink me (insane)” at https://awriterssoulblog.wordpress.com/2021/02/06/drink-me-insane/ ]

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