#redwine
...And a lady in a red dress?
A glass of red.
We play conversational poker and come out with
The ace of spades and high-heels to match!
But I’ve never been to Vegas
And I’m not a gambling man -
A glass of red!
Turn up the jazz
Let me take your coat
And after a dance -
A glass of red
Your lips of Juno
Are a glass of red!
Take my hand and lead the way
We’ll be buried in stuffy old second-hand book stores
Mumbling Homer and his Odyssey amongst dusty shelves
I would look no further for a book called
A glass of red
Written in blood
A thriller weaved post-apocalyptically
...but your kind ***** and firm sinews,
after all is said and all is done,
Are (your guessed it!)
A glass of red.
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 6:56 AM UTC
"… I have all this red wine
and no you to share it with.
I wish you were here...
I'd hold you and
taste wine off your lips
until we needed more
from each other. "
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 1:23 PM UTC
The sun sets and darkness restores,
Sitting by sea shore its beauty I adore.
For the starry sky and cosmos' gold dust,
Pure and ardent love of ocean I behold.
With red wine and nebula birthing stars,
Here I sit to solace the sorrow of dying shooting stars.
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 5:49 AM UTC
#
*Rivers of darkness
Flow deep beneath earth's surface
In viscous currents*
#
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
That's what they call you.
They'd never know who you are.
From inside and out you're good,
Delicious like a fresh cut fruit.
The first smell of yours I'm thirsty.
The second glass raised up I'm in love.
The last cheer of my glass I'm drunk.
Tonight I will give you my body, my soul.
You're not just a wine you're my sweet red wine.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
I shall not call myself
a poet
to thee
Instead
I shall allow you
to walk by
and judge me
like the bottle of wine
you did not buy
because my label
appears plain.
Simple
on the outside
I may be
but within
I'm bursting
with flavors
you can't even begin
to see.
And I won't whisper
all
your misgivings
I'm sure
Muscato
is sweet
I know
fancy
and perhaps
giving
You won't know all
by looking at me
even once you're in
tasting to try
the lingering spice
leaves you
craving
drinking me dry.
and even then..
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
Go to bed Adelle
It's 20 to 4, in the morning Adelle
Smoke this cigarette, Adelle
You're drunk, Adelle
Sipping red wine, Adelle
What are you doing, Adelle?
Hiding with bottles, Adelle
Smoking bongs, Adelle
Playing denial, like a game, Adelle
It's only you, Adelle
Trust and all that **** you, Adelle
Be you, Adelle
Smoke that smoke, Adelle
Drink that glass of wine, Adelle
Just don't go crazy, Adelle
Be yourself, Adelle
Learn your limits, and stay with in it, Adelle
You should probably sleep, Adelle
Watch jersey shore, and pass out, Adelle
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 5:24 AM UTC
Red wine and ugly tears,
breaking the chains you left on me.
Your heaven,
my hell.
You’ll be the death of me,
if I don’t break free.
The burns on my skin,
remind me of your monstrous sins.
Torched and confused,
with my love for you.
The farther I get,
the more I feel,
chill from you voice,
keeps me still.
Fake smiles hide tears,
make up conceals the truth.
These chains wont break,
keeping me in my place.
My life slips away,
empty eyes are all that remain.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
hands break pieces dark uneven
fingers squeeze the bottle red, into a freshly picked glass
plate holds ceremonial a desert dry
be careful what you read into what I write
and I will be careful into what I bite,
this was not an exchange of ideals
dark chocolate, pieces three, late with a plate with
two ginger bread soft snaps, my momma
makes, two together, microwave whether
you trust that machine, till a lift soft and a little warm
no harm to drink the wine with each sweet, spicy soft bite,
hold
for
a moment
in your mouth and taste, the Syrah deep inside the cookie,
as the dark chocolate melts in your mouth, coating teeth,
beneath a moon the clouds want to hide, and all to me
is perfectly clear, just for now. Oh ginger SNAP! softly and quietly
it is late...
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
Racing through the canyon,
gaining speed at every turn,
two outlaws and companions,
never again will they return
to a little town called Seco,
tucked away within the hills,
a little place to get low,
tucked away from hidden thrills.
Dead Man’s Creek once filled with cries,
now the river bed runs dry.
Vultures deeply flood the skies,
Whiskey Joe rolled his snake eyes.
Said we made it to Arroyo,
good place to drown your sorrows.
His left pocket held a photo,
forever livin’ in his morrows.
The vortex in the valley,
out in the sun in Cali.
In a land that feels free,
though it’s stolen country.
The devil’s talkin’ in your dreams,
blood line red wine controls.
If you try hard you can leave,
before they seize your soul.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC