What is this drink but

The April sun, squeezed

Like an orange in

My glass? I sip the

Fire, I drink and drink

Again, I am drunk

Yes, but on the gold

of suns, What noble

venom now flows through

my veins and fills my

mind with unhurried

laughter? My worries

doze. Wee bubbles ring

my glass, like a bride’s

nervous smile, and meet

my lips. Dear, forgive

this moment’s lull in

wanting you, the blur

in memory. How

brief the term of my

devotion, how brief

your reign when i with

glass in hand, drink, drink,

and drink again this

Juice of April suns.