War in a bottle,
went down my throat last night
as I snacked on stars and waited for Dawn.
She approached me with fine colour
we were fine for a minute or two
and I’m sure all I saw was beauty
but I closed my eyes after awhile,
afraid I’d seen too much.
The drops stung when they hit my lungs
and I knew it was a good thing
my denial, avoidance and dishonesty
and when I swallowed
there was one thing more then just Dawn and I.
There was Peace.