Koinonos
I drank a glass of love
With you.
Getting high on emotions
Every night.
Felt the bitter taste
Of Intentions by closing my eyes.
Neglecting the hangover
Of Abandonment.
It happened for days on end.
The Addiction added up
At your every sight.
One day I realised to slow down
The drops of time.
That morning I thought to check
The label of the bottle
It said "Absinthe of Lie"
I ran to rehabilitation
There I experienced
Withdrawal symptoms
Of Lust.
Struggled with
Tattoos of Shame
And Breaths of
Cuss.
Took me years to be better
Then I walked out
In the World of Desires.
I promised myself
Not be the Slave
Of the Attire.
Still it was tough
Watching people drink
The Poison of Love.
I went on with my life
Drinking glasses
Of Friendships
And Blood.
They felt sweet
Filled with Compassion
And Trust.
One evening I went to a bar
Before I could order
I saw a man breaking
The bottles
Of Deception.
He looked frustrated at this
Environment of Bluff.
Sat close to me and drank water.
Famously known as
The Drink of Sanity.
He stared my Gaze
And I stared his Maze.
I started talking
Feeling deviated
From my Promise.
Without him knowing
I ordered a sparkling
Apple juice.
To see if I'll be used.
He kept on listening
To me.
Sunset arose and we planned
To meet in the next nightfall.
He chose to be
Same and Sane.
Unbeknownst to him
I poured
Cranes of Berries.
I decanted out my truth
By faking
The Sips of Sham.
Every Eventide
I gulped juices
Of Grapes so sour
Of Watermelons so heavy
Of Beetroot so bitter
Of Strawberries so many
Even drank
Pomegranates so tiny
Tried Mocktails
With a cherry.
And he went on with his
Water of Purity
Water of Spirituality
Water of Healing
Water of Protection
He simply smiled
Whenever his glass broke.
He held my hand
While I made the
Cocktail
He inhaled my malaise
And said,
"There's no need to
Sail in the barrels
Of fear.
Always remember
I'll dive into you
Even when you're
Stale."
At this I exhaled
With corrupt liquor
Going out of my veins.
There was no point
In asking the drunkards
When I could see
The innocence
Of his untangled Reflections
Testifying his present
And true past.
As I stepped in the next day
He went on one knee
In the bar which now had
Broken Bottles.
He made sure I didn't
Got hurt by
The Pieces of Glasses
Or Drowned in the
Drinks of Masses.
We respired as
He politely said,
"Addictions are bad!
I don't want you to
Get enslaved
To Alcohol
Or Me."
×∞ Adin
1 May 2020