Why Do I Drink?

So that I can write poetry

Sometimes when it’s all spun out

And all that is ugly recedes into a deep sleep

There is an awakening

And all that remains is true

As the body is ravaged

The spirit grows stronger

Forgive me Father

For I know what I do

I want to hear the last poem

Of the last poet

– James Douglas Morrison

The Kama Sutra of Kindness: Position No. 2

Gustav Klimt – Danae

…It is not love I am asking
Love comes from years of breathing skin to skin
Tangled in each others dreams
Until each night weaves another thread
In the same web of blood and sleep
And I have only passed through you quickly
Like light
And you have only surrounded me suddenly
Like flame…
– Mary Mackey