Merlot brings you to mind
full bodied, Moroccan silk
cinnabar scented, a goblet
of womanhood.
The scent of tobacco hummed
between us. Unbalanced fan serenade.
Wine stain romantic, reminds me of Puccini,
Something glamorous. Spanish dance
courting hips and hands, eyelashes fan
stub bled face...
That first glass makes me sigh
mouth soft, bed sheet stripped.
I hold my breath and watch, cream
over blueberries burst languid.
You know who i am
you send me spiraling
full of riotous ache...
November 2004
D. Claudia Ash
Posted by poetry/muse6165
at 11:03 PM EST
Updated: Wednesday, 02/09/2005 9:25 PM EST
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