Wanting Some Nothing

Wasn't meant to be mine... Or yours, or his There was none to give Foolishly longing for what I'd never... you'd never... we would never be How so vibrant yet empty? Compassionate, heartless, evil angel A lovely contradiction...so beautifully vile Charismatic killjoy, a selfish philanthropist A gripping lesson in bittersweet taste test... This vintage is superb...a velvet mouth feel Supple body...long legs...sweet kurant and spice on the front But then tannins tartly dry the tongue Robbing moisture with overpowering acidity Dropping my glass, cursing the Vintner... That I knew and wanted, leaves me a fool Masochisticly chasing a trail of footprints ...Dissipating as the tide washed away any trace She walked backwards inviting with a curled finger wicked smile daring my passion, tempting my attraction I knew this game, vaguely familiar Couldn't place the relevance in my memory And still I followed....as my footprints vanished behind me With that girl following them hurt and confused...