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A Drink To You

In light of good memory of how things were, a woman stands unguarded. Pleasantries, talents, and secretive skills. I offered to you a drink, allowing you in. Thinking I had chosen carefully over 37 others. This vexed me. Read and reread the commentary side-by-side distant eyes and sad smile. Extracting honesty from typed remarks. When our eyes met for the first time and you had a smile that broadened As I drew nearer through a sea of hurrying people, just knowing that it was you. You felt like home, like mother's sweetened tea. Later, a little scared to let you drink from my cup, to be your rebound. You did not hold back your ale, I let you lead. That first drink of you that sip of your lips, melted the iciness of my demeanor. My thirst for you consumed better judgement. Intoxication of the moment quinched by your touch. Offered to you my liquid that sheltered liqueur. Wine housed away deep within me. Robust when allowed to air. Poured out slowly not to be bruised. Your skin, your touch like sweet cream. Pouring into me. To you I poured back mead. Whispering softness in dim moonlight. Delightful nothings in each others ears. Trusting the sincerity of a drunken mind. Rapture in sleeping with you the first in a long time. The next morning you left the taste of vinegar in a short, curt kiss. So now several days pass and nothing not a hint of you anywhere. I ask for closure you respond with the crux of the matter. Hurtful this declarative statement of wanting to taste test more. Almost more than I can bare. Though i did not mind being the mouth wash, Removing the bitter taste of a day old tequila from your palate. The aspirin for this hangover of past drunkenness. Codependency in a relationship to this drink. But that was not how I advertised myself. You did not follow directions and warning labels. More to the point, that was my lot in this sell in our path of life. How we should meet, and offer coffers to one another. Now I close this cask, and my cellar save what is left for another. For I am not a lady who can stomach cheap beer and the after taste of malted hops.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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