Concubine

Lights dimmed,

stooped,

in a dark corner of my recollections…

In this attic,

prisoned,

yet free;

the poisonous smoke,

I exhale…

Only to smudge the images I see!!!

Drowning,

sip after sip.

Absent,

in the exaggerated reflection of my face;

the tall curves of the bottle,

benevolently,

I trace.

Fertile cloud of love and hate,

desperately,

I dream of raining,

draining,

as of late…

Innocence and guilt,

pride and shame,

loss and gain,

all,

now one!

Pleasure,

these days,

is the concubine of pain!!!...