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