Vodka Shots

Two’s company

Three’s a crowd

Add a fourth – 

Things might get loud

Songs of rebirth

Shouts of revelry

The eager spark igniting 

Slivers of ecstasy 

Yearning so long

these ideas we supplant

a sense of who we are

we shall recover, recant

with fervor and haste,

above it all

Time’s wasting, final call

beating hard, fleeting fast

Best pour me another, kind sir

We need to make it last

©2014, Latanya Ivey