Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Like Wine

I haven't found
the bad poem
(and I've tried a few).
Designed purely,
whether sour, too dry,
sickeningly sweet
it is what it is.
And when one
touches you
like wine
you'll be back for more
taste it again
finish the bottle alone
lie still, drunk
maybe open another
but more slowly this time.

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