A single kiss, a sip of wine
from a cup so coveted, shimmering.
Pristine,
Possessed of its own delights, yet enhanced by the ache of longing.
A longing we both shared.
A single kiss, a sip of wine, and a moment to savor the spice of desire
before I drain the glass dry.
What is time?
What is reality?
What are consequences?
Everything fades in the euphoria of our intoxication,
As inebriated by Aphrodite as by Dionysus, we revel
in the rhythm of our bodies and the burning of our blood,
in our longing for each other and our defiance of the laws.
A soulful kiss, a long deep drink, and I...
I need more.
And more...
And more...
This need goads me further, but I need to stop
before our delightful thirst fades
Into mundane addiction.
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The Scraps of A Song: An Anthology.
PoesíaPoetry spanning topics from love to pain, to addiction, to borderline insanity, to romanticism..in a disorder so strange it becomes an order all its own... The Pieces of Her, The Scraps of A Song.
