Cheap Red Wine
The quiet of the
cheap red wine,
sweet,
persistent,
best drunk alone.
Later, the vivid dreams
that wake me
to a throbbing heart,
hard breathing,
and the taste of ashes.
Copyright © Jack Jordan | Year Posted 2013
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