Quintessence
I made an illicit
still
and poured into
it all I had.
I burned peat and
wood beneath the cauldron
until a pale
spirit trickled out.
The base
materials and hate
I’d been carrying
for decades
evaporated.
What was left
a single
miniature’s worth
I buried in my
overgrown garden.
I destroyed the
illicit still
and kept its
liquor secret
until you arrived
unheralded
a beam of
long-matured light
from a fertile,
far-off star.
We mixed my
paltry measure
with your
gallon-jar of goodness.
We drank that
quintessential cocktail
and I was shaken
into love.

