Sweet Bitter Nectar - Poem

When sun suicides
On this burdened ground
It shines the life on you
As the wind tunnels through
Troubles and sorrow
It melancholizes you
As rain pours its death
On the velvet bed of your skin
It gates through bliss and burn
Stones, pebbles
And unreflected glasses
Beckons to be broken
Shattered and powdered
From your tender hands of hammer
I exist
To ink these failed words
To swallow and relish the sweet bitter nectar
Of love and passion and taste
That they call IPA