My romance with the bottle

My romance with the bottle

I beseech thee oh bottle!

I greet thee oh bottle!

My best friend!

My comforter!

My confidant!

My bulwark….never failing!

I have come again

As I usually come

To seek solace…in your depths!

To seek your brand of wisdom!

To seek…a dulling of the senses

To seek forgetfulness

To be lulled away…soothed in your arms…as usual

They call me drunkard

But I really couldn’t be bothered

What do they know…anyways!

They do not comprehend  the enjoyment found in your depths

The particular brand of wisdom…found in your recesses

They say I stagger and fall in the gutters after exploring your depths

Bully for them..I say!

Is it their “stagger”? Is it their “fall”?

The bottle is mine….and I am hisà

Nothing can separate us

Oh bottle……

Thou bottle….

When I am filled to the hilt…I spew the peculiar brand of wisdom

That……can only be found in your depth

Sorrows…….relegated

Unpaid bills forgotten…

Responsibilities……cast aside

Family…..disregarded

I vow most solemnly to continue to find solace in you

Nothing can change that

Nothing will change that

I greet thee oh bottle

My loyalty lies…solely with you

Thank you for a life changing transformation

I salute thee…I salute thee!

This romance will…last forever!

 

 

By Solape Adetutu Adeyemi