she is all that's good,
everything worth living for
in his shattered world;
moonlight overhead,
dewy grass below his feet,
night breeze in his hair;
sweet smell of lilies,
first crisp bite of an apple,
sharp burn of whiskey;
nothing can compare
to her eyes, her smile, her touch,
her bell-like laughter;
she opens her mouth;
he offers up confession;
she releases him.
she is his saviour,
a blessing when he's been cursed,
absorbs all his sins,
his absolution
when nothing is absolute
to him but vodka.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
I actually wrote a series of haikus and stuck them together to form one longer poem, because apparently I can think fast but not small. :P