It Was The Wine 07/05/2010
 
I breathed of a delectable wine,
Its aroma beseeched my slumber –
I sipped of an alluring wine,
Tasted the delicacy of its chateau –

It was a precocious wine,
Its speak immersed my senses –
It was an ancient wine,
Its velvetiness enthused –

I relished a saturating wine,
A sumptuous enticement –
My blood ran captivated,
Its interminable enchantment –

Intoxication closed my eyes,
Exquisite oblivion swallowed me –
Tracings of heaven intrigued,
Beguiling magnetism enrapt my core -

I exhaled of a fascinating wine,
My breathless slumber arisen –
I savored an undeniable wine,
And summoned its delights –
 
Fire to Ice 05/08/2009
 

“I love you,” he said
As the bane of a desolate eve churned –
“I love you,” I spoke in return
His response ran blank –

Preparing.

“Today is today,” he offered
Cold fire brushed my inner skin –
“And tomorrow is nil,” I delivered
Through sullen speak –

Understanding.

“Moments are fleeting,” he whispered
Under the shrill reality of day –
“Supposedly,” I jested
With frozen tongue –

Knowing.

“I think of you,” he stabbed
With blades of ruthlessness –
“Lovely thoughts,” I choked
As I crawled inside of me –

Finality.

 
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