I really want to go drinking with you. My mouth is (literally) watering right now.
Oh, my. My tequila days are long past (red wine or vodka and soda/lime, please), but I want to join you under that moon...savor that lime, and taste my own salt. Stunning.
Drinking with, drinking of the moon--tequilla and raven together--making beautiful music.
What Susan said. This is sublime. The cuervo gold, the salt and lime, the sips of stars.....sigh.
I love the introduction of Orion into the mix. And that little astronaut in a jar! Always a pleasure.
This makes me want to sip a margarita with Jose Cuervo under a golden moon.
so simply breathless I am - I want to stop and drink - deeply and long, forsaking my breath .... until I am flooded by the moon and stars .....
Your words are perfect.
Always the worm at the heart of things...
Astronauts are always a fine subject.Your demented Tuscaloosa Twine Balls comment had me in stitches. I think I might make a fine doorstop myself.
that saltand lime my lips -a trace of stars.Wow!!💖
Nice use of perspective with the micro to macro effect. killer rhythm...and that stars and salt comparison.
Awesome comparison! You made me thirsty!
What a wonderful atmosphere your poem evokes... I was right there with you, sipping...
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