Alchemy Ink

Like a grain of sand on an I.V. drip
An eager bullet in a gun on a holstered hip
How the magic feels, how the thoughts they think
My favorite taste, it's called Alchemy Ink

They say enchantment is a myth but what do I spy
Whispers in my ear right before my eyes
No sense of breath and no time to blink
A bashful riot, this Alchemy Ink

To bottle in a jar, there's no prayer for such hope
She flitters through your brain like a butterfly on coke
She'll parch you to a quiver then slide you a drink
The blade and the bandage, Alchemy Ink