one drink is fine.
a nice calm feeling,
sublime.
no rush, no hurry, just conversation.
a meal.
a relaxing sigh.
two drinks, though. can get you talking,
thinking.
wondering.
all the maybes in the world somehow
come to light. you're funny
and light.
the third drink has you reaching
for the phone.
groping,
saying things you'll regret
come morning.
you believe that anything is possible.
all the world
is gold.
love can be retrieved.
life can be as wonderful
as you once were told.
the fourth drink should never
be in your hand.
it's the dark side. the wounded
animal side.
thinking revenge and getting even
for slights long
gone.
the part of you that no one,
not even you
understands.
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