Sincerely, Jennifer x

You must have bribed the sandman,
sent him a long list of demands,
requests of a delicate nature,
that he hammered into my hazy dreams.
Something is in the air.
Perhaps magic,
perhaps destiny.
It’s hit me like a stone,
like a lightning bolt.
You are a strong whisky, served to a weak girl,
and I am relentlessly thirsty.