Tuesday, July 15, 2014


A forefinger rubbed along the lip of a glass makes it moan;

My fingers stained and sticky from dipping inside;

This wine makes me whine from inside out;

Finger to tongue to test this vintage

Before I lift the lip of glass to my lips to sip,

My finger on this rim seeking soft edge

Into which I ache to plunge,

Tongue first and then the rest of me

A sip, and then, alas, consumption

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