Watching wine bottles,
gently swaying,
through steamed glass
in wavering heat-
The tang of red wine
lays heavy on langerous lips
which try to remember
the taste of bourbon and tobacco
which hung upon yours-
A taste was all i had
a mere sliver of saliva
flesh probing flesh
velvety smooth over liquid heat
fleeting yet remembered-
I need to return to that kiss
as moment in time
fracture it
seal it again
with everything that has now come to pass-
To imbue it with meaning now
to imprint it deep
and change the course
that history laid at our feet.
Monday, 22 March 2010
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