Contributor: Gregory Z. Farelite

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My passion is an amber wave
I crave that liquid love
that gilt, gilt washing
the sloshing and the swashing
of time and mind
distilled in sweet bee brew
so strong it leaves me burning
burning for this, for words, for more
and the waves come and come
and I bottle it all for myself
sharing only scant sips with others
for fear I might one day go without
that liquid gold
and be beached dry without mead
without the me I am
when I drink myself
to the true side
of who I really want to be.


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I run everywhere instead of walking; saves on gym bills and keeps the diets away.