Drunk on You – A poem

Last week someone told me that poetry was the most complicated form of writing. “That’s why I spent my first two years as a writer writing only poems,” he continued. Is he right? Depends. Poetry is as complicated or as easy as you want it to be. Good poetry though … that’s a different story.

I don’t find poetry complicated, but that’s because I’m not concerned with how good my poems are. That doesn’t mean I don’t want them to be good. It just means that, for now, I’m more interested in getting my ideas out on paper. Later, I might go back and edit them. Try to make them good. Or I might be too busy with other ideas and other projects. Who knows?

Anyway, here is another idea blurted out in the form of a poem.

Drunk on You
By Ada Ireland

 

I bottled up your scent when I last kissed you,
While you were waiting for my touch.
I added a full measure of the decadent feel
Of your body against mine.

Next in went a bit
Of the soul melting heat
That I feel every time
You hug my body and my mind.

I topped that all with just a few drops
Of what is the unmistakable essence of you.
I tasted the drink, licked my lips,
Sighed with pleasure, and called it “The Magic of You.”

Last night I felt lonely and a little thirsty too,
I put down my hair and turned on a favorite tune,
I danced with abandon and got out my brew
Just a little while later I was drunk (and happy) on “The Magic of You.”