Thursday, January 30, 2014

A Sip in Time Saves Nine


her visage
her sadness
melancholy
reflected
in my
empty
glass of
wine
stirring
the poetry
of my soul
i was willing
but she was
not inclined
she was
not mine
a sip
divine
stray
curves
unsteady
lines
to my
isolation
i resigned
pickled
passion
sweating
brine
sweetening
for a moment
a memory
entwined
nostalgia
enshrined
god save
man
when
drowning
in the deep
fathomless
waters of
womankind
mind my
thought
unaligned
eyeless
in hope
seldom
blind

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