Absinthe

She.... is lovely,

She has beauty and fire,
Desire beneath the pale moonlight.
Unholy and unknown
An ancient religion once lost
Now found once more an
Excursion into the emerald
Sea as green and as elusive
As love.

And she is there, I see her
In the corner taunting me beckoning
Me to awaken from my sleep, lips
Part and I taste her dream free in the
Embrace of her visions.

So a toast to absinthe!
Goddess of the celestial night,
Decadent muse of my heart,
The only true woman whom I adore
Her dark heaven upon my tongue,
Deliver me from this boredom and
Instill in my soul this night
The words of prophets and gods.