You intoxicate me
With effervescent verse
Beguiling charm
Your honeyed nectar is all I need
To upset my equilibrium
Leaving me unsteady on my feet
Panhandling for your love’s small change
Grateful for each thinworn dime
And if I have to use the tin cup of the sightless
It’s only because I was blinded by the radiance
Of your soul’s delightfulness
David Trudel © 2012
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All brim, no dreg!