Read Poem: I hate drinking…, by B. Scott Dean

I hate drinking… …makes my heart love, my soul yearn

Firey hells
of the water that burn.
An exhausting breath
forcing a will to learn.

Never again,
taking for granted,
the food I eat,
from the seeds I planted.

Barely touching the depths,
with the tips of my toes
while panting above the surface
barely living on H2O.

Waiting for death to take me,
or you to crack the ribs,
grab my heart, and make me
love you once again.

Bare naked on the floor,
wrapped in seduction,
two erections
penetrating the soul.
You’re the only one I want to know.