winelips.

you tasted beautifully
of last night’s merlot,


sticky-sweet blackberry
and pears
dancing atop like
sugared fairies
buried underneath
the dust of the bed,


and yet again all is quiet,
except for the hiss of your finger
around the salty rim
of the wineglass.

you sound like two dirty serpents
whistling together
with dead skin;
this old red alcohol
dying on these lips

you sound like me before
I turn off the lights.

• On Sunday, February 17, 2008, whisperer (217) wrote:
  
  hmm...i liked this one
  
  
• On Sunday, February 17, 2008, Niemand (549) wrote:
  
  This made me thirsty... but beautiful and descriptive write though ^_^ ...-Geisha
  
  
• On Monday, January 21, 2008, Guillotine (191) wrote:
  
  something wonderfully emotive here, excellent imagery; it's a shame you took down some of your other works, they were equally hardhitting and haunting.
  
  
• A former member wrote: I really like the last two stanzas. the sound of snakeskin rubbing is especially live. It seems like the last two lines probably mean something specific, but I can't tell what.
  
  
• On Sunday, January 6, 2008, What Limes (119) wrote:
  
  great opening lines.