Wine, songs and love. They adorn the festive night: So live, whoever imagines kissing and loving and drinking and singing! Three friendly stars flash into the darkness of life; the stars sparkling so confidently; They are called song, love and wine ...

                                                                                          Theodor Körner

and if someday,
some happy day
life grabs you by the collar
and knocks some sense
into your head,
don't think about it
don't fight it.

just remember
that somewhere
in the bottom of a wine glass,
you exist
forever.


-- Eleanor

When I'm with you, I feel volcanoes burst and lava run over popping candies and bits of fresh flowers. I feel stars crashing against each other on national highways and sparks fly to the nearby pond and eventually die. I feel dust settling in the craters that your body has magnificently carried since inception. I feel the blood flow on battlefields and words flow on blank sheets. I feel masterpieces being written in red and unread books being burnt and shred. I feel light unfold in a garb of you and wings being buried in the hefty snow. I feel meteors flashing as they skim through the night sky and flowers opening amidst a wildfire I feel everything so intensely, so deeply but ******* it, I'm allergic to dust and the mere sight of blood is enough to knock me out of my consciousness. But I feel each word, each syllable and each spark of a dying star. You often come close to me and I  know physical closeness has never been my forte but when you touch my collarbones and breathe down my chest, you become my kryptonite. You're not my lighthouse, you're my storm and I've never felt happier drowning in rage of the tempest. And so today, I only wanted you to know that when I say I love you, what I really mean is that I wish there was a stronger word to describe us.

29 | 31 Poems for August 2017

Get me a bottle of ***** and a glass of Hennessy.
Give me love and I will provide unforgettable memories.
I wouldn’t readily admit this, but you’re my love and you’re my light.
God always hears our prayers so I know that we are going to be alright.
You will never lose me to the wind no matter how hard it decides to blow.
I had given up on love and happiness before you walked into my lonely life.
From a distant stranger to an unforgettable muse all the way through to sharing several glasses of wine with you.
I’m banking on you to not withdraw from the love we have both invested in.
When people ask, let them know you found love in the city where jacaranda trees light up the streets with their purple blooms.
I want to dive into the ocean of your love until I’m soaking wet with happiness.
Until I am drowning in the depths of your love with no need of being rescued.
Love and liberty is all I need from you until our grey skies go back to being blue.
But I could never spend the rest of my life without someone as amazing as you.

22 | 31 Poems for August 2017

Some nights are the hardest but this bottle of wine flows better than my favourite rapper.
So, the heartache gradually dissipates with every glass taken and the smile on my face inevitably grabs the attention of a stranger.
Some nights it feels like my days are numbered like a calendar, like the pages of my favourite book.
But the problem about this story is that there is no ******, the protagonist dies in the middle of the story.
It’s funny how the moments when I was almost left for dead are the moments when I felt most alive.
I had given up on finding happiness and love before you walked into my life.
From a distant stranger to an unforgettable muse all the way through to sharing a glass of wine with you.
When nothing else in the world makes sense somehow you always do.
Some nights are the hardest but this bottle of wine flows better than my favourite rapper so pour me another glass.
Pour me another glass because time spent in your presence is always filled with happiness, love and laughter.
Some nights are the hardest but this bottle of wine flows better than anything you ever thought it would.

19 | 31 Poems for August 2017

I can never make you love me no matter what I say or do.
Disappointments seem to be the foundation of my progress.
I’m gradually beginning to realise that success is a slow process.
I dislike how you tend to forget about me during some nights when you’re drinking wine.
I gave you honesty and honestly speaking, going back-and-forth with you is exhausting me.
Over the years, our friendship has been tainted by rumours that everyone knows except for us.
There may have been some chemistry between us that we both chose to blatantly ignore.
I wrote many of my poems in Braille for the kind of love I was desperately longing to feel from you.
I’m still falling for you, and my words are revealing so that’s why you’ll know that this poem is about you.
I find it hard walking away from a woman whose arms I have always wanted to run into.
What should I do now with the love that I have always wanted to give to you?
All I’m asking for is you, and I can’t bear the thought of someone else being next to you.
I’m jealous and I know that I will probably be the last one to ever admit it.
I’m a lover without a lover but never loveless, so what am I supposed to do?

fill up my glass
let's converse for a while
the night is young
and still only beginning
red wine: the rose of water
sweetened an evening
for a lifetime
with every sip, reality fades
to a moment of virtue;
heaven is found
in light of the unexpected
we grew intoxicated
the taste of pleasure
never felt empty
for a glass of wine,
brought us a bottle
neither
will finish
without
the other.