Friday, October 7, 2016

Off my Journal (the wine and the divine)


 

Reaching for you when you're not even here 
You're the bottle of wine in the sea,
What a bottle of wine it should be!

Can't even wait to complete my own rhyme, for sooner
I want you to see-
What a bottle of wine it could be.

Soon our eyes will be moons 
And celestial balloons shall be floating with our kidneys

So so somewhere between now and before too long,
I long 
          for us 
                    to be.

Waiting on you with a bottle of wine, in a rush 

I rush into me, and reaching

for you- when you're already there- sure is foolish
I'll have to agree.

Oh, what a bottle of wine this must be.



1 comment:

Perfunctory said...

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