Willful Addict

How can I be so intoxicated

by a thing not tasted?

When it does touch my lips,

what hope to escape it?

The curves of that vessel

hold the sweetest nectar,

So I’ll embrace it.

Willful addict.

Yet, never wasted.


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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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