Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Wine, darling.

Creep up within me,
bitter and sweet
Like the wine that I drink.

Slide down my throat,
to my stomach so eager
To absorb all your poisons,
your blessings,
your heat.

Float to my nostrils,
aromatic and calm
Like the glass before me.

Leave my feet shaken.
Crawl out under me.
Follow rejection,
this purging to clean
the loveliest death,
a wish I have made

To finish the bottle -
inherit your name.

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