spacecatpoetry

To smile or snarl

Could go either way

Hope

For your sake

I have a drop of service

A little drip or two

Lip service, wide and crimson

I’d like to serve to you

A silver platter, pitcher

I filled it to the brim

I guess the drips turned tidal

Released it on a whim

I made this special for you,

Dear master, drink your fill

I only live to serve you

Don’t let a trickle spill

Just open up your throat, dear

It’s easy, as you said

When I was bending low, sir

Attending to your head

I poured this, sweet and salty

One cycle at a time

I hope you swallow swiftly

It’s rising like a tide

You sat there, so unbothered

A jaunt tilt to your crown

You seem a little thirsty,

I’d like to see you drown

I parted my sweet ocean

And pushed to bring the blood

Drink, your lungs are waiting

Then gone in an instant

The glow from within

Creeps back to the distance

It flicks and grows dim

Then rests the resistance

The consciousness drips

Away from assistance

All the light in the sky

All the shine in the eyes

All the silent goodbyes