Ingest

I swallow the words
That come forward on my lips
Speak them, I may not,
But the taste of love upon
My tongue sweetens like honey.

My thirst, a swallow,
Or deeper draught of living’s
Liqueur dispensed smooth
To draw forth fortunate strength
Allowing sufficient courage.

Pain, sorrow, swallowed
By happiness becoming
Prominent abode
Inside body, mind, spirit, soul,
Love taking absolute control.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan