Thread: Fifth Dimensionless

My current mood seems
to be all full of issues,
blank white pages
with blank in the middle.

Olive skin faced
still no better I feel,
her high yellow eyes
sure do cause me to yield.

A letter to her
in some words I've not spoke
written on dollars
and copper bronze hopes.

Her voice breaks my bank,
her stride brings me dry,
her picture removes
dollar signs from my eye.

Her Egypt's my comfort,
her Rome is my build.
A slave to her cost
still I work in her fields.

Her name is Ms.Fifth
Fifth dimensionless
I sleep on my waste
and ask her for a sip.

My livers her can,
can it not be trash.
I drink her,
Still it seems our joy never last.

This is a beautiful poem, Eli! I love the way it flows. Keep your poetry coming.